Veteran’s Day Poems 2015
Written by Columbia Junior High students
Read at Veteran's Day assembly - 11/10/15
The Radio Man
-Darrion Brunelle, 2015, 9th grade
They called him the radio man
He worked in a small box,
On a big boat,
Keeping track of the incoming
And outgoing signals.
He was my grandpa Tony Schiercher.
In all of the 15 years I’ve know him
Not once did he ever mention his work in the Navy
Because it always hit him in a soft spot
As whenever it came to mind,
So did the horrific tales of WWII and Korea
And all of his lost brothers.
Looking back to this day,
Not once did I ever thank him
And I wish I had
Just because he didn’t hold a gun
Doesn’t mean he was in any less danger
He still went out to seas
Knowing that any day he could be dead.
Now he has passed,
And I miss him ever so dearly
So as I write this poem,
The only words that will mean anything to me, is
And may life in Heaven
Be better than life was on this earth.
One Little Picture
-Carley Wahlgren, 2015, 9th grade
Uncles, Grandfathers, and Great-Grandfathers.
They’re not just family to me: they’re my heroes.
I remember as a child creating little drawings with my dad to send to my heroes on the upcoming holiday.
The drawings included the appropriate scene of the branch from which they had served, and a figurine of them holding our country’s flag.
And instead of coloring in these drawings we would cut construction paper to fit the size of where we wanted to put it.
I was very proud of our artwork.
In years past I remember asking my heroes if they kept their drawings all this time.
The response that stood out to me the most, was from my grandpa.
Now, he hadn’t served, but his dad had.
My great-grandpa died a few years ago; from old age.
But when my grandpa had gone in his house to collect some things, he found one little picture hanging above his desk.
And can you guess what that picture was of.
A man, standing on a boat, wearing a blue uniform, cut out by construction paper, with the words, “Happy Veteran’s Day!” displayed across the top.
It’s still framed to this day, hanging up at my grandparent’s house.
Happy Veteran’s Day, Great Grandpa Hansen.
A Call to Become…
Simon DeLibero, 2015, 8th grade
A call was issued
A call, answered
by the best we have to offer
A call to arms
A call to stand, risk life and limb
In hopes of defending freedom
To you, we owe them all
Though total strangers,
we owe you a debt that we can never repay
A gauntlet was thrown to the ground,
And you lept into the fray
The call was answered
A call to become veterans
A call to become heroes
Elsa Linden, 2015, 8th grade
Freedom would be little,
Education would be rare,
and opinion would be short.
Fun would be little
and friends would be scarce.
Love would be a mystery
and happiness would be forgotten
There would be no one to celebrate,
No one to look up to
And no one to thank.