I Remember
I remember
running through the trenches,
watching the bombs come
raining over.
I remember
saying good-bye to my wife and kids.
I remember wishing to be home.
I remember getting shot
and barely surviving.
I remember the pain and horror
and not surviving the next shot.
Now I lay under a cross in France
knowing I will never see that horror again.
By Ryder B
(won second place in the local legion Remembrance Day poetry contest)