Treasure Island

Robert Green


Ashes!


A Test. 

You start digging in
Preparing for the attack you know is imminent 
Nerves on edge
Sweat stinging your eyes as it runs down your face from under your helmet
Everything seems to be happening in slow motion
But you know when they start firing everything will be fast
You lift your head slowly
You can hear the roar of the hostiles around you. 
Just waiting!
 like coiled springs
Your muscles flex within your equipment
You feel the weight of responsibility on your shoulders
Your country back home willing you on, to do your best for them. 
Your vision becomes tunnelled!
As they come into attack you
 you feel the pressure
It's only you between Victory and Defeat
You shoulder your weapon!
 you see and hear the enemy approach
Thundering towards you
This is your time
Now is the time to stand firm
He fires at you
You see the missile approach
You turn your body
In defence
Then you strike

CRACK
 
The willow strikes the leather 
The ball sails over the head of your opponants and races away to the boundary and the winning runs are hit. Instantly you are a hero. 
Now that you return the ashes. 


CRACK

You let off a dozen rounds
The enemy start falling around you
But just one gets through your defences
You fall, crimson red blood pours from you as you lie dying in a faraway land
Not many will remember
As you return as Ashes. 



RG

Submitted: Saturday, February 18, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012

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The England and Wales test cricket team had won the Ashes in Austrailia and had a heroes flew into the uk to mass media coverage they names forever in the history books. Fallen soilders also came home that week and it crossed my mind that they would only ever be remembered by those close to them.

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/8/2012 11:32:00 PM)

    Ashes with all its innuendos and dire consequences.Ashtrayed by a wonderful write here.Ashes have had always been so. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Normand (9/3/2012 7:04:00 AM)

    This is a really good poem. It is sad that people who give their lives for others are seldom remembered.While people who haven't done anything that important get immortalized. Well that seems to be one of the biggest problems people tend to try and ignore away. They don't place any importance on the things that are important beyond measure and they basically worship things that mean absolutely nothing in life once it's all said and done. I can't help but think that there will be some very regretful souls one day. I could be wrong though.Good poem. (Report) Reply

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