This Young Canadian Boy
A young Canadian boy stands upon the war field, his pride engraved deep in his heart
His bravery radiating from his soul, in affection for his country, with honour.
His mind straying elsewhere to the meadow where sweet memories of home grow,
His thoughts dancing with reminiscence, in a gentle sea of love, patriotism and hope.
The boy has voyaged far from where he was born, determined to serve his country with loyalty.
Eager to labour, he triumphs onward through the dirt; marching into the vast, open hills.
This young boy has hope, determination and spirit, as he stands, awaiting the burden of war.
A young boy drops to the darer dirt, his scar-marked knees digging into the blood-stained grass.
Struggling, he inhales the metallic smell of blood and sweat, coughing in pain as he does so.
His wary eyes search the plains, pleading to the world in the hope char war has mercy co spare his loved ones. His only answer comes in piercing cries of pain and the screams of deadly gunshots.
What is chis? Why is this terrible conflict happening? Why must he fight chis?
His thoughts battle along with his body as he struggles co hold his breach right and strives co stay strong.
He must though, and he does. For his family, for his friends and for all. For us.
This young boy kneels, letting weakness scab him with regret and mercy,
Letting strength guide him forward with courage and determination as he struggles on.
A young boy falls, his legs giving in to the weight and pain, the boom of a gunshot echoing in his cars.
Hitting the ground silently, the taste of battle still present on his cracked lips as he swallows.
He sighs tenderly, gazing at his surroundings, recollecting precious memories, as he slowly realizes.
Realizes why he has to fight. Realizes why soldiers like him sacrifice their lives.
It is for freedom, for each ocher and for the love we all have.
Our world is united, and though death reveals the darker side of the moon, we can still love each other.
The scars painted on chis boy’s body are not wounds of war, they are a painting of courage and patriotism.
Now, welcoming the darkness with an open heart, this young boy doesn’t pity; he cherishes the fallen.
Loving the world for what it is, loving it for the beauty that we all must strive to see.
At last, this young boy has fallen, an honourable sacrifice along with other courageous soldiers.
They sacrificed their lives because they loved their country; their deaths were noble and meaningful.
They lie now on what twas once a crimson battlefield, now a beautiful meadow filled with black-eyed poppies. So now, on 11th of November, we honour those brave souls that have fallen We cannot rewrite the stars, cannot change what has happened in the past and cannot revive the dead,
Their sacrifice is a gift co us, a burning fire we muse keep alive within our hearts every day.
Lest we forget, we will remember.