Ode To A Buddy |
| by Ron Carnell |
Sitting in my foxhole,
With Charlie all around;
My head between my knees,
My asshole on the ground.
The sky is bursting red,
The air is stifling hot.
My eyes are filled with sweat;
My buddy has been shot.
He gave his life for mine.
‘Twas he who felt the pain.
He died for our country,
And he died not in vain.
For I'll go on fighting
Through the rest of this war;
And my country and my friend
Are what I'm fighting for.
My country for to last,
My friend for to honor;
For I'll go on fighting
Through the rest of this war.
|
|
Six FREE things you can do with this poem! |
| Friend |
Want to share this poem with a friend? You can email it directly to your friend, with a personal message from you. |
| Vote |
If this poem touched you, please take a moment to Vote for the poem and perhaps leave a comment telling us why. |
| eCard |
Artistically inclined? You can use this poem in a graphical greeting card, designed by you, and then send it to a special friend. |
| Print |
Need a hardcopy? You can send a copy of this poem directly to your printer, without all of the color and graphics. |
| Author |
Want to send the author of this poem a private email? If they have maintained a current address with us, we'll send your message for you. |
| More |
If you especially appreciated this author, we'll be happy to show you where you can find more of their poems |
(c) 1998 Ron Carnell Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Thank you.
|
|
|
