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I'll Never Say |
| The doctor shoved me into the tent.
There were so many people, broken and bent.
Some men were crying, others pleaded for life.
Others sat in corners, with nothing in their eyes but strife.
Nurses in white, stained brownish-red
Tending to those who would soon be dead.
The doctor, he pushed me to one man in a bed.
His eyes they were closed, tears being shed.
He'd been shot in the chest, and twice in the leg.
I brought him some water and gave him his meds.
But the doctor pushed me to another bed.
More and more people came, even through the night.
I helped men and boys who had been wounded in fight.
Yes, I will give this letter to your mom and your dad.
Yes, I will tell your little sister not to be sad.
No, I will not tell them you died in pain.
No, I will not tell them you died in vain.
Don't worry, I'll never say
The bad things that happened to you
On D-Day. | Shasha
8th Grade
Copyright 2005
Listed 10/05/2006Poem "recognized for creative excellence"
by School District of Lee County, Ft. Myers, FL |
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