Written as a model for my class...yup that's right I am now officially a year 6 teacher. I am hoping, now I am in a new routine and settled I can start writing again. I have missed posting. Anyways, this poem is for a Remembrance Sunday English lesson.
Why We
remember
Gnawing hunger inside my gut
Metal as cold as ice against my lips
Bland taste to ease the pain
Rations don’t go far these days
Spikes like devil horns, keeping us
safe?
Mud crawls and creeps into my boots
Winter bites at my face
These trenches are a cage
Lying letters take themselves to safety
Tears escape my eyes and burn my cheeks
Feeling as lonely as a prisoner
But I am surrounded by others
Thunderous explosions rumble in the
trench
Bullets rain down like hail over our
heads
Fighting like beasts, falling like men
This is war, this is why we remember.
By L
Warnock
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