I Dream Of War Poem by Chelsey M. Smith

I Dream Of War



I grew up where a creek flows
And across the street corn grew in rows.
We walked every night to the ice cream store.
We listened at the bridge, pretending to be at the sea shore.

This is what peace is to me.
Peace is innocence. Peace is free.

Life isn’t like this anymore.
I go to bed and dream of war.

Soldiers roam the earth in combat boots.
Down rain the bombs and they go kaboom.
The other side watches without remorse
While I sit here and cry myself hoarse.

This is what war is to me.
War defeats innocence. War captures the free.

This is what life’s like this year.
I go to bed and dream of war.

Now life’s not about the creek flowing.
And life sure isn’t about the corn growing.
I don’t go to the ice cream store anymore.
And I really don’t care about the sea shore.

This is what life’s like to me.
There is no innocence; we’re not all free.

This is what life’s like this year.
I go to bed and dream of war.

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