The Boy
The life of Arty Moors Jr.
When a baby boy was born form his mother’s womb
Celebration, elation, joy cried from the room.
Arty Moors Jr. was the name he was bestowed
A gift for the earth, destiny he showed.
At 2 he walked, at 3 he spoke
At 8 he was chatting with all-kind-of folk.
Arty protected the small and the great
He never deserved this kind of fate.
At 13 he was already an adept musician
Fearless, smart, he had a lot of ambition.
His piano and violin skills lacked nothing of greatness
His concerts shined with an outstanding brightness.
At 15 he won many accolades, ribbons and rewards
He wanted to go to college, something he just couldn’t afford.
Acing every class he could, he tried and tried to no avail
His dreams of an education would all end in a fail.
Despite life’s curve-balls he still managed to laugh
Untill, at 19, he was sent into the draft.
The Korean War was bloody, brutal, and wrong
And it went on, and on, it went on for too long.
Bombs were exploding, planes and bullets whizzed by
And in the corner of his eye, there was an injured guy.
Adrenaline rushed through him, he never felt more alive
He picked up the man, whilst saving his life.
Trying to save the man left him out in the open
Mud up to his knees, his spirit was never broken.
With a scream of defiance he wasn never defeated
Never bitter, begrudging, nor beaten.
Trudging along, with a need to fulfill it
All this ended — by a well aimed bullet…
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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