My Dad never actually fought in a war, but the military is a big part of his life–so, I want to honour that.Here is a poem I wrote in grade 11 after visiting Vimy Ridge in France. It was a grey and drizzly day and we could feel the ghosts of everybody who died there.
A piece of land, so desolate and bare
Experienced a feeling ever so rare
A sense of victory and one of loss
For which we’ve paid at such a cost!
Six thousand lives of our brave and bold
Were taken one day so rainy and cold
The lives of men, the lives of boys
Who went to war thinking guns were toys
They went for adventure, they went for fun
But their lives ended before they’d begun
Here is a link to learn about Canadians at Vimy Ridge and their contributions to WWI.