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A toast; to the past, present and future

Flanders Field…
where the blood of those who fell for our freedom.
A red red red, cannot describe the sacrifice properly.

Red, associations with this colour…
anger?
love?

I prefer the latter,
the love of the freedom of those who would not live to see it.
The love of future generations,
grandchildren, even children in some cases!
The love of fighting because to not fight
would mean now being able to face yourself…
whether in the mirror in the morning,
your place in a society of war torn families or
you and your soul, or the equivalent, when you die.

Whether heaven, or simply ash, decomposing bone
is our destiny.
There is a piece in the heart of every soldier, born a soldier,
that pulls him to this fight for freedom that pulls a sailor to sea.

The red field,
a sacrifice I thank God they made for us, and still make for us…
yet, a sacrifice I wish never had to be made in the first place.

Am I really grateful,
or merely indulging in the wishful thinking of a Utopia
…that never was?

Author notes

I don't know if i gave the vets, and current soldiers justice, but I tried. It's the very least they give us, so I tried to give a bit more...if I got across the emotion then I'm content.

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  • polly filla
    November 27, 2008

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    it is a toast, around a roaring fire---a dialogue coming from respect

    "...that never was?" I see the question mark as the answer, as it is, as it's spoken!

  • imkleyurflesh
    November 25, 2008

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    Really nice, Faith. Not too much, not too little in the sentiment department in my opinion. I like the initial delineation of how you see the association with the colour red- love or hate. That is well placed in your poem, and sets the table for the rest of the poem.

    The 'piece of heart' part where you mention what pulls a soldier to action, or sailor to sea, and equating them is astute of you- I say this from a perspective of never having been a member of the armed forces either, it just seems very apt.

    Again, nice job.

    ~Kley

  • Hot Llama Love
    November 25, 2008

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    A great write, and a great sentiment Faith. Sadly, freedom seems to need to be defended almost constantly.


  • lovesky
    November 25, 2008
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    Great work!


  • arafura gold member
    November 25, 2008
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    You expressed the emotion very well. Excellent work, poet!

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