Standing there wondering,
who could it be,
a millon thoughts running through my mind,
of death,
and family,
being unknown,
switching flowers and guards every 15 minutes,
I run my fingers over the the saying,
"the unknown soldier",
just thinking what if that was me,
being unknown ,
being such a mystery,
I lay a note beside the stone,
it saying,
thank you for being there for our country when we needed you,
and being unknown,
a memory would not last,
a few photos,
and I left,
a thought of being him or her,
just laying there in the ground,
with no identity.
Author notes
R.I.P. #5
A contest entry
- Engraved Memories (Take 2) by x Gemini x.
525 points, ended January 17, 2008, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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heyyy
i still love this...but u rlli need 2 write sum more bc u got talent kiddo keep up the gewd work
andi
(redhanded) -
hey
i love this poem it is very good it is one of your best poems you have wrote... ttly kim -
Thank you for entering my contest.
I always enjoyed poems on the Tomb of the Unknown Solider. My Pappa was buried in Arlington, so I was able to see it for myself, and I too wonder what it must be like to be unkown.
It pleases me that some still have apperciation for the lost, the unidenitified, during this time, when people frown upon the war, much like in Vietnam. They are still our people fighting for us. -
great write
good job...i loved the information and facts that you placed all in one poetic form...and i love the title as well. good job and keep up the good work
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