by Thomas Sims | Jan 16, 2010 | Poetry
A hole in the ground So large and round, Devours a soldier Laying him in the ground To leave no sound Only echoes around, Where silence lingers And the hole gets bigger, Where the soldier lays Clutching his trigger Stillness surrounds, There is no sound in the ground...
by Thomas Sims | Jan 15, 2010 | Poetry
Muskets firing Mini balls flying Cannons are firing Projectiles raining Down on soldiers marching Brother fights brother Grant and Lee North verses the South Union fighting confederates Lincoln’s dead, Laying in his bed All for one Slavery’s...
by Thomas Sims | Jan 9, 2010 | Poetry
There was a knock at my door A soldier stood there all forlorn, I recognized him as my boy A boy who went to war, Now he wasn’t a boy any more Now he has grown into a man, This is my son Who I had not seen for so long, Who I’d yearned to see for such a...
