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Some wore green, a poem

This Sunday, November 11th, is Veterans Day. This poem is dedicated to all those who have served in time of war, and to their families who have suffered the pain of their loss.

Two by two and four by four
The brave young men all marched to war
Some wore green and some wore blue
And each one had a job to do.
She could merely stand and wave.
She told herself she must be brave,
That surely he’d return to her
And married they would be for sure.

Her true love brave in battle died.
With his last breath her name he cried.
Buried under foreign sand,
No more to see his native land.
She swore that with her dying breath,
If not in life, then fast in death
She would be joined forever more
To her true love who died in war.

She journey’d half a world away
To find the place her love did lay
With spirit steeled and visage grim
For that was all she’d left of him.
This thought alone consumed her mind
And yet his grave she could not find.
Until one day, so near despair
She met a man with long gray hair.
Bent and lame, a soldier old
Whose eyes still glittered, blue and bold.

“No more to weep, no more to cry
I know the place your love does lie.
I say to you by heaven above:
None fought so brave as your true love.
He was gallant, loyal, brave and true;
With his last breath he cried for you.
Just beyond that rocky hill
Lies your love buried, cold and still.”

She slowly climbed the hard terrain
Beyond which her true love was lain.
And when she finally reached the top
She felt her quickened heartbeat stop.
For there as far as she could see
Were gravestones to infinity.
All bore these words upon a plate:
“This one was sacrificed to hate.”

Past countless headstones carved the same
She ran and wept and called his name.
Long she searched, and long she tried,
Not finding him whose name she cried.
Too many deaths, too many tombs,
Too many crypts that held the doomed.
Forever more she’ll search the graves
To find the love she couldn’t save.
But silent stones forevermore
Will keep her love who went to war.

Stephen P. Smith

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11 Responses to “Some wore green, a poem”


  1. November 9, 2007 at 12:27 pm

    Powerful.

    Thank you!

  2. 2 Spaz
    November 9, 2007 at 2:40 pm

    Silent stones forevermore
    Will keep her love who went to war….

    Just one of the lines that remains echoing in emotions. I really, really enjoyed this one. I am no expert, but I loved it. More later….

    Spaz, it always means a little more when you like it. 🙂

  3. November 9, 2007 at 4:57 pm

    A fitting tome for Veteran’s Day. Good job my friend.

    Thank you, sir!

  4. 4 evylsmoke
    November 9, 2007 at 10:07 pm

    I hear a snare drum reading this.
    Nice

    Thanks! yeah, that was sort of the idea, to give it a quasi-march feel through the rhythmic structure. glad to hear it worked.

  5. November 10, 2007 at 12:09 pm

    In 1966 the German singer Freddie Quinn sang a song called ” Hundert Mann und ein Befehl” (100 men and one order) it was of course at the time of the Viet Nam War,and the song was a great hit in Europe.
    With the words of your poem to the music of that song it would have been perfect.
    Try and download it

    I’ll have to try and find it. thanks!

  6. November 10, 2007 at 12:42 pm

    Hey Smith,
    Beautifully done. You’ve captured the futility and despair of war on a very personal level.
    WC

    Thanks, WC. That was indeed my objective with this one.

  7. 7 Sam
    November 11, 2007 at 1:47 pm

    A fitting piece for the emotions of the day. I think all of us have a veteran in our lives we should be sure to thank today.

    Thank you. I agree: we must never forget those who fought for our freedom.

  8. 8 Red
    November 12, 2007 at 1:13 am

    Stunning.
    Thank you. Stunning you always makes my day. 8)

  9. 9 yogi's tiger
    November 12, 2007 at 7:20 pm

    this is really one of your best. when i read it, i thought of my relatives that were lost in world war 11 and it made me very sad, but it is brillant

    Thank you for those kind words.

  10. 10 Dr. John
    November 15, 2007 at 9:06 am

    Beautiful work, Steve. Until today, I had no idea your many talents extended to poetry! You have captured the essence of what it means to serve, and the sacrifice that comes from it – not only to those who risk their lives personally to defend our country, but also to those who are left at home. Consider yourself bookmarked!

    Smoke in peace,

    Dr. John

    Hello, Doctor! Thanks so much for stopping by. Being bookmarked by a man of your erudition is indeed an honor! 😉

    sps


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