Poetry

Casualty of War

By: Jon M. Nelson

With a terrified look upon his face,

I wonder what he’s doing in this place.

There are bombs exploding and bullets flying,

He’s curled up in a corner scared and crying.

I know that he did not ask to be here,

And I know he’s overwhelmed with fear.

Where are the parents of this child lost,

As he screams out in this holocaust?

I can feel his pain as I see his tears,

But his cries will fall upon deaf ears.

The sounds of war drown him out,

A Soldier's Prayer

By: Jon M. Nelson

Now I lay me down to sleep,

And hope my dreams are thoughtful and deep.

I pray that tonight I’m not awaken,

By bombs exploding and the ground shakin’.

I hope that I can get some peaceful rest,

And wish that the next day will be blessed.

All I want is to sleep through the night,

So that tomorrow I’m ready for another fight.

I pray my dreams are of my family,

As I make sacrifices to keep them free.

May you watch over and keep them safe,

One day when we’re grownups

we’ll leave behind

our schoolyard bullies

stop name-calling

and throwing spit wads and rocks

at others

for being different.

One day when we’re grownups

we’ll hold hands

As a co-author of two books and blogging to all my fellow authors of the Military Writers of America, I think that all of you can relate to the joy and sense of accomplishment when one finishes writing a book.