by | Oct 7, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Down in the valley lived a little old man.
He hadn’t much money just a tiny piece of land.
His young son Joe was his only pride and joy
But when the war came he lost his little boy.

Joe went to war with others of the same
Behind him was the life he’d never see again.
He wondered if he’d ever live to see the day
When he could return to where his father lay.

Joe went to battle for reasons he knew not,
To fight with the enemy and see his comrades shot.
He found he was the same as everyone around
As his foe appeared and dropped to the ground.

When the war was over and peace was on the land
He travelled back home to live like a man.
His wife bore a child, his only pride and joy,
But then the war came . . . and he lost his little boy.


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