The Soldier

There was a battle called the Battle of Balaclava. This was fought by the Russians vs. the British, French and Turkish. Basically this happened during the Crimean War where these countries were fighting with Russia for the Crimean Penninsula. Finally the British won the war. The British cavalry was fighting the war and they were called the Light Brigade. I have written a poem on it. There is already a poem on it called the Charge of the Light Brigade written by Lord Alfred Tennyson. This is my poem. Do comment.

Standing for a battle there,
As we breathed the silent air.
Knowing that we would not live,
Knowing we had souls to give.
About to battle in the war,
Questioning ourselves, would we go far?

Suddenly we are told to charge,
With an army so big and large.
But then we knew that something’s wrong,
This is surely not where we belong.
But orders are orders and that’s a fact,
This is how we do our act.

Pulling out our swords from the sheath,
Which seems so below, so very beneath.
The sword in our very hands,
Gives pure light to all the lands

When there is a cut of head,
We think of the kids in bed.
How peaceful and kind it must be,
Not to know that you have an enemy.

Booming of cannons everywhere,
The massive sound, can we bare?
And through we go, through the crowd,
Knowing that they would be proud.

Here is the link for The Charge of The Light Brigade : http://poetry.eserver.org/light-brigade.html