The Silver Blade

• Natasha Heyer, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

I have a red poppy, as red as can be,
To show how much the soldiers meant to me.
He had a vision of what he would become,
All he sees now is who he is... A father, a husband, a son.
As comrades fall to the bloody ground,
He gathered his emotions, so he didn't make a sound.
As he looks toward the dreadful war,
The lifeless bodies on the shore.
Just like his love, blown by a gust,
All his dreams turned to dust.
The sound of his children's laughter,
Slowly fades to disaster.
Oh, how he will miss,
A wife's sweet tender kiss.
His treasured memories locked away,
All he can do now is hope and pray.
Those sacrifices he made,
He had the strength of a silver blade.
All those men I wish I met...
Lest We Forget.