Student Poem

John Hare

Mr. Kenney

Honors Sophomore English

22 May 2014

A soldier

For love or hate, for duty or wages,

To die in battle is their destiny.

Their names will survive through the ages

Set in stone, for all soldiers to see.

The winds of change may blow throughout the land;

Men die fighting in dreams of realms set free.

Kings come, kings go, to hold their world in hand

The names as many as leaves of a tree.

But only they, the few, remain behind

Dining in Valhalla, home of the brave.

To know themselves, no secrets still to find

Yet their lives, future, and purpose they gave.

These are men who paid the price eternal

That we, the free, will treasure immemoria