Off to war, went two young men one named Jack, <br />and the other Ben. Jack was strong a fierce fighting man, <br />where Ben was weak and always ran. Jack would cover him, <br />when the going got rough, but poor old Ben could never get tough. <br />In the time that would follow, both men felt hollow, <br />not knowing if this was their last tomorrow. <br />Jack fought on, this brave young lad, <br />but Ben became shell shock and very sad. <br />Then weeks would pass, turning the months into years, <br />and poor old Ben just lived with his fears. Then Jack was killed, <br />fighting in the Somme, blown to pieces by a bomb. <br />Ben ran and hid, when the warning came, <br />but a bullet hit him and made him lame. <br />With his flesh torn leg he laid there dumbfound <br />as he saw his comrade fall to the ground. <br />Then up he got, with pain hard to bear, <br />and gave the enemy a mighty scare. <br />With gun and bullets by his side, <br />he found a place where he could hide. <br />From a lad who was wounded, shell shocked and tired. <br />He just loaded his gun, then fired and fired <br />He fought with honour and with pride <br />to avenge his friend, who had just died <br />No more was Ben weak and afraid <br />he now joined his regiment in every raid. <br />His leg was better the pain had gone, <br />but the memory of Jack still lingered on. <br />He took of his medal and placed it on his grave. <br />Then said he was sorry to a life he could not save. <br />He was his treasured friend right to the end.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/treasured-friends/
