Lest We Forget

• Grace Shaw, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

I sit on my comfy white bed,
I wonder how many lives we are losing in my head.
I think of the pain families are in
Not knowing if their children are going to win.
They fight in a way we will never forget
Through dry, rain, cold and wet.
I will never know the type of pain anyone went through
And I really hope none of us do.
The things you’d see if you were there
Would really give you quite a scare.
Many were lost, many not found.
Many buried way under the ground.
Too many were fighting, not enough came back.
I would like to give those soldiers a pat on the back.
The way they fought is just outstanding.
But they were some downs, such as their landing.