The last soldier
By Freya Anastasia Hatfield
I stood with my horse as the sun came up
I watched as I saw my brothers lay
I was one of the last to survive.
I'd gone to war not knowing my fate,
but knowing I'd protect
my country, my loved ones and those who weren't yet born.
I didn't think of being a hero
I didn't think about the pain or of the losses
I thought about what my future would be if I didn't join
I thought about the suffering I'd have if I didn't fight.
we fought a war for peace, freedom and the right to live
we fought for our names, country and future
we fought through blood and battled in every weather
for the freedom of your today.
We were loved and had loved ones in our hearts
they will not be forgotten
for they were who we fought for.
We left our trenches,
we headed home with less than we came with
we shed tears and shared hugs
we knew we were safe and would fight no more.
We became heroes we didn't know we'd be,
my heroes are our brothers who didn't make it home.
Who didn't see the end of what we prayed for every day
A hundred years on and you haven't forgotten
A hundred years on and we live on
our memories, our pain, our loss, our lives and our yesterdays
are remembered in your today's
wear your poppies with pride
for they speak louder than words
wear them from the rising of the day to the dawning of the night
for the heroes gone and those still here
for I was one of the last to survive
