Hero

A man so young
About my age
Stood strong and proud,
Away he went
To free people
He would never know,
He went because
His country asked,
He made us proud,
Only fate was cruel,
Our goodbyes were final
For he did not return,
His soul went to Heaven
His lifeless body brought back,
Where his mother mourns,
The hero we loved
Gave all he could,
And so much more

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About this blog...

All poems posted here are written by myself, and I hope the ownership of my work will be respected.

I am 25 years old, and have been writing since I was 8. All poetry is dedicated to the teacher, Miss Charlotte, who first introduced me to this genre of writing.

Challenges

I use several writing prompts, mostly photographic prompts, for my work. Often when I am not consumed by a thought or emotion, I need a little help in writing. I subscribe to two photo blogs as listed further below for prompts. I also take challenges to write about random words on my Twitter. A new challenge I am using is from Deviant Art. I look at the first page of the most popular photography in the last 8 hours and take one to write about.