This poem is for remembrance day and it is about life in the trenches. It is much cruder then I normally write in poetry,however; as I envisioned life in the trenches, it wasn’t sweet and pretty,it was nasty and cruel,death everywhere and no where to hide from it. My great grandfather, Harold Leadbetter served both in world war one and world war two, in the trenches for the first world war and stationed in Briton as an air force captain for the second war. I can clearly remember my mom telling me that every time she would ask him questions about the war he would break down and cry because the memories were so horrendous and then he would open a bottle to try and forget. Personally I believe to survive something like that you needed a lot of anger and courage and I tried to put as much of that into this poem as I possibly could.
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Ducking through the trenches
A bullet whizzed by
The stench of death appalling
He didn’t want to die
Blood flesh and bones
His friends lay fallen
In this damned trench
Death comes callen
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Peeping over
The smell of gunfire filled the air
Loading his rifle
His bullets did not feel the fear
Charlie echo tango
The enemy would feel the wrath
Coordinations set
For the bombers path
Flying high in the sky
Bombs dropping everywhere
Enemy do you see them now
Enemy do you feel our fear
Run you little bastards
Run
All your work
Has come undone
God damn you all
Right to your grave
For the death you have brought
To my friends
In the trenches
The men of brave
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Copyright © 2009 Tanya Kime-Wallace
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