I attempted to tell a story , to tell it in a poetry form. For remembrance.
When he came across a single soldier standing
A lone
Reading out a list of names
The general was intrigued
He rode up to the soldier
And asked '' what are you doing , man?
'' Roll call , Sir '' He stood ridged and saluted the general
'' Roll call? '' '' There's only you , corporal ''
'' Where's your men , the officers? ''
'' Well , Sir , there were 653 an hour a go , Sir ''
''Dead , wounded , sir '' , '' laying in no mans land , Sir ''
'' Hanging , court up on the barbed wire , Sir ''
'' some , a very few made it 'ter Fritz's trenches , Sir''
'' Cant say what happonde 'Em , dead or captured , Sir ''
'' We folowde your order's Sir , to the letter , Sir '' , '' went over the top , sir''
'' Now just me left to take roll call , Sir ''
'' Now , Sir , begging your pardon , Sir ''
'' I best finish , Sir , with your permission , Sir '' ,
'' Begging your pardon again Sir '' , '' they told me , Sir ''
''They told us they'd be glory , Sir '' '' as they gave us the Kings shilling ''
'' only I saw no glory out there , sir ''
'' I saw only the dead and dieing , Sr '' , '' laying out there , Sir ''
He saluted the general , the general , in shock returned the salute
The corporal , went back to call out all the names
Last name called out , the last man standing , called out , '' parade , parade ,
'' ATTENTION! '', '' PARADE , PARADE , DISMISS! ''
The corporeal turned smartly to the right ,
It was then the general noticed a piece of shrapnel protruding from the corporals
shoulder , blood oozing , dripping to mix with the dust on the ground
The general still in shock , pointed that out to the corporeal ,
'' Oh that , Sir '' '' thats alight , Sir '' , '' thats from one of ours , Sir ''
'' Never mind , Sir ''
'' Now if don't mind , sir '' , '' I'll join the battalion , me chum's , sir ''
He saluted the general , the general instinctively returned the salute
Then the corporal , dropped down dead , the general , kick his charger forward
The war went on
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-11-13 at 15:48
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LAST MAN STANDING
The general was riding his fine chargerWhen he came across a single soldier standing
A lone
Reading out a list of names
The general was intrigued
He rode up to the soldier
And asked '' what are you doing , man?
'' Roll call , Sir '' He stood ridged and saluted the general
'' Roll call? '' '' There's only you , corporal ''
'' Where's your men , the officers? ''
'' Well , Sir , there were 653 an hour a go , Sir ''
''Dead , wounded , sir '' , '' laying in no mans land , Sir ''
'' Hanging , court up on the barbed wire , Sir ''
'' some , a very few made it 'ter Fritz's trenches , Sir''
'' Cant say what happonde 'Em , dead or captured , Sir ''
'' We folowde your order's Sir , to the letter , Sir '' , '' went over the top , sir''
'' Now just me left to take roll call , Sir ''
'' Now , Sir , begging your pardon , Sir ''
'' I best finish , Sir , with your permission , Sir '' ,
'' Begging your pardon again Sir '' , '' they told me , Sir ''
''They told us they'd be glory , Sir '' '' as they gave us the Kings shilling ''
'' only I saw no glory out there , sir ''
'' I saw only the dead and dieing , Sr '' , '' laying out there , Sir ''
He saluted the general , the general , in shock returned the salute
The corporal , went back to call out all the names
Last name called out , the last man standing , called out , '' parade , parade ,
'' ATTENTION! '', '' PARADE , PARADE , DISMISS! ''
The corporeal turned smartly to the right ,
It was then the general noticed a piece of shrapnel protruding from the corporals
shoulder , blood oozing , dripping to mix with the dust on the ground
The general still in shock , pointed that out to the corporeal ,
'' Oh that , Sir '' '' thats alight , Sir '' , '' thats from one of ours , Sir ''
'' Never mind , Sir ''
'' Now if don't mind , sir '' , '' I'll join the battalion , me chum's , sir ''
He saluted the general , the general instinctively returned the salute
Then the corporal , dropped down dead , the general , kick his charger forward
The war went on
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 559 times
Written on 2012-11-13 at 15:48
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