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Hi, I'm Jac. I'm really bad at these things because I never know what to write about myself. Some main things are just... I'm loud I complain I like to argue I'm optimistic I talk a lot, but I listen just as well. I watch too many movies, probably cause I'm lazy. I'm sarcastic, so I apologize in advance

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Home For Christmas (Oct)

I had to write a poem of short essay for english. It was for remembrance day and well, this is what I came up with.

"Dearest Mother, oh please don’t cry
Down in this trench, how hard I try
Bent on my knees I’m ripped and worn
You sit at home and watch my family, so torn.

Before you left, I said one last note
Something, I think, gave too much hope
‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ and left with no clue
That this is my last letter I write to you.”

Doubled over to the ground, his body pained
His face covered with mud and tears left stained
Scared eyes scan the earth searching for a soul
But the though crossed his mind, there was no loophole.

He pushed himself to his feet in one big breath
Started walking away, feeling no regret
The folded letter on his chest pressed to his heart
So no matter what, they would not fall apart.

Mangled bodies on the ground no one left to spare
The horror was enough to turn a gray hair
Once again he fell when he seen a man
His gun cocked up, knowing the plan.

The soldier looked to the sky, crying again
Up to the heavens, soon meeting his friends
He stared the bullet in the eye, flying with a hiss
“Just like I promised Ma, I’ll be home for Christmas”