The top 20 Veterans Day poems from Mrs. Adey’s and Ms. Morgan’s sixth-grade classes at Houston Middle School.
Hope, From a Mother to Her Son
By Aubrey Crockett (Dedicated to my Granddad Bobby Crockett)
As a mother watches her son march up the hill,
She hears him call goodbye!
She knows every breath could be his last,
That his life could fade away fast.
The gray color of dawn,
As pale as a dove’s wing,
Fades away fast, leaving the soldier thinking,
That his life could fade away fast,
Just like the dawn.
As a gunshot rings out,
It stirs up the dust,
Just as the dust starts to settle,
Another gunshot stirs it up.
The same color of dusk.
When the war is over,
The mother sees a faint outline in the dust.
In the faint light of dusk,
Happiness swells in her heart,
As her son steps in front of her,
She knows that his life did not fade,
His life did not fade away fast.
They Don’t Give Up
By: Andy Durham (Dedicated to my Grandpa Bill and Grandpa Loyd)
No matter how
Many people die,
They relentlessly defend us.
No matter how many families cry,
They don’t give up on us.
And all the while,
Through all the trials,
The stars and stripes will fly,
And peace they shall reconcile.
To those who would betray us,
To those who would waylay us,
The USA Veterans will stop them.
Thank you my courageous brethren!
Thank You Veterans
By Sabrina Blair (Dedicated to my mom Melissa Koehn)
Veterans fight for me,
Veterans fight for you,
Veterans fight for our country,
Thank you, United States veterans.
They grabbed their guns,
To set us free,
Help in the fight for our lands,
Thank you, United States veterans.
There were taken from their families,
To go fight for them,
They have some loud tired long days,
Without you and me.
They have fallen soldiers,
To set us free,
But thank my brave courageous mom,
Melissa Koehn
The Clock Strikes War
By Casey Merckling
At ten o’clock,
The battle begins,
The first bullets are shot,
The clock keeps ticking.
At twelve o’clock,
Your friend lay still in the soil,
During the turmoil,
The clock keeps ticking.
At one o’clock,
The battle is over,
The dead are gone,
The living forgotten,
The clock keeps ticking.
At three o’clock,
You’ve returned to base,
Heart broken from the horrors you’ve witnessed,
“Will I be next?” You say to yourself,
Maybe, but you won’t quit pushing,
No matter the cost,
The clock keeps ticking.
America
By: Gracie Tottingham
America,
Land of the free.
The most amazing place to be.
America,
Home of the brave.
The most courageous job is to protect and save.
America,
The magnificent right to choose.
I can’t lose.
America,
The amazing country where I will survive.
Being here makes me feel alive.
America,
The veterans who have fought,
I never forgot.
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