The fallen 18 - by Alessandra Pergoleto
The howling wind sends shivers down my spine,
The cold tenderness, a history that is not mine.
I look to the trees, where they once stood.
Having to do something that I knew I never could.
I imagine the day, as though I was there.
An ache fills my chest,
Ignited like a flare.
Guns, military, artillery galore.
A battle to shake any person to the core.
In my head I hear the voices of an echoing cry,
Something which for many was a final goodbye.
As we stand in remembrance,
Here in this day.
The spirits of the fallen
No longer at bay.
Let us honour and never forget.
Those who fought in battle,
Having no regret.
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ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written and powerful Ale! X Such a life changing experience and opportunity for growth, learning and a greater appreciation for those who fought and died. X🩵🤍💙🙏
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and moving poem, Alessandra! Your words capture the deep emotions and solemnity of remembering those who have fallen in battle. The imagery and feelings you suggest are powerful and heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteI'm incredibly proud of your ability to express such deep thoughts and emotions through your writing. Keep developing this talent and continue to share your unique voice with the world.
Love Dad 💖