Written by Philessa Hooks Jenkins
aka Lady PJ
September 1, 2005
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2006
"She Stood A Soldier"
Children weeping; don't you cry!
No bed-time stories told tonight
Dreams are broken; hopes that die
Feeling empty deep inside
Who then will tell her story
While She's laying dead?
Who now will show the world
The precious life she lead?
In her mothers arms she was cradled
Her father held her close and tight
She then was taught to be a soldier
She held a gun; ready to fight
She served a world that didn't know her
Proud of the life she led
But all that's left is to grieve her
And understand that now she's dead
Out in the field she stood a soldier
Ready to serve and fight our cause
She proudly gave her life that day
I hope it never fades away
This gift that can never be replaced
So don't you dare forget her!
-Out In the Field She Stood A Soldier!-
I wrote this piece because of the wars that our country was in; at the time I was thinking about all the female soldiers that weren't getting the respect that I felt they were due. Because of what I was feeling this poem has special meaning to me.
aka Lady PJ
September 1, 2005
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2006
"She Stood A Soldier"
Children weeping; don't you cry!
No bed-time stories told tonight
Dreams are broken; hopes that die
Feeling empty deep inside
Who then will tell her story
While She's laying dead?
Who now will show the world
The precious life she lead?
In her mothers arms she was cradled
Her father held her close and tight
She then was taught to be a soldier
She held a gun; ready to fight
She served a world that didn't know her
Proud of the life she led
But all that's left is to grieve her
And understand that now she's dead
Out in the field she stood a soldier
Ready to serve and fight our cause
She proudly gave her life that day
I hope it never fades away
This gift that can never be replaced
So don't you dare forget her!
-Out In the Field She Stood A Soldier!-
I wrote this piece because of the wars that our country was in; at the time I was thinking about all the female soldiers that weren't getting the respect that I felt they were due. Because of what I was feeling this poem has special meaning to me.
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