Poetry by Jesse Van Parys

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Poetry written by 13 year old Jesse Van Parys

His Life For Mine

The C-130 returned from another mission

from war-torn Afghanistan

It was all over the television

to bring back a peace-keeping man.

They said during a patrol

he stepped on a land mine

In that moment it popped into my head

he gave his life for mine.

It was sad to see his casket

roll out of that big plane

They said he left his two kids

and his loving wife, Jane.

From that moment on

I could not concentrate

because I could not stop thinking of

that poor, brave man’s fate.

I wondered what would happen

if under that flag was me

if I would be forgotten

or if they wondered, that I died to keep them free.

The sacrifice that is given

to keep our flag soaring ever-high

is majorly contributed

by those who flight and those who die.

As we look in the future and the past

it is only right

that we fly the flag at half mast

to honour those who fight.

As I go to bed tonight

I ask my soul to keep

and that my feelings for that boy

are always so ever deep.

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The Harvard

Looking out at the yellow bird

once flown by many

and also heard

the mighty roar

on yellow wings

they soared

higher and higher

until they became

a Canadian flyer

to be sent overseas

they still saw

the warm summer breeze

so as we see day come to an end

we welcome home

an old flying friend.

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Flying

My favourite place to be

is up in the sky

there’s so many sights to see

when you go and fly.

When I step in that airplane

I strap into my seat

people call me insane

but the ground’s where I’d rather not have my feet.

When I’m there looking down

I see all my friends

and my hometown.

I’m gonna love it, till it ends.

Even if I die in my flight

I ask my family not to cry

because I found the light

when I began to fly.

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The Summer Sky

When I see that plane fly by

I look and wonder

Why can’t I?

See life from my point of view

to see the swept skies

a scene seen by very few

and let the sunshine fill my eyes

with very distant memories

of those pilots so-ever wise

and how the windsock swung with the summer breeze

So I can catch my last glimpse

of that fading silhouette

I see in my eyes

a friend I’m glad I met.

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