I am a soldier
I can smell that repulsive stew we have to eat
I can hear terrifying screams from my former trench mates
I can see death right before my eyes
I can touch fresh blood seeping from my wounds
I can taste the biscuits my wife and children sent me
I can sense sorrow the air is full of it
I can feel the letter I am reading over and over again
War is horror war is death
By Kate
That is a great poem Kate. You are really good at writing. It sounds like war was terrible.
ReplyDeleteYes it was and thanks I aprechiate that
DeleteI am so glad I didnt go to war and I feel sorry for the ones that did.
ReplyDeleteThat was a grate pome kate and
Deleteyes I agree im
glad that I wasn't in the war
That is such an awesome poem Kate!
ReplyDeleteThat is a amazing poem Kate. We are so lucky that we don't have to go to war.
ReplyDeleteBRAVO, BRAVO nice poem!!!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that I didn't have to go to war. that was a great poem Kate!
ReplyDeletewell done Kate
ReplyDeleteNICE Poem!:)
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem Kate.
ReplyDeleteThat was a really good poem Kate . I'm glad I'm wasn't in the war it sounds really horrible.
ReplyDeleteThat is a really great poem Kate. AWESOME JOB!!
ReplyDeleteI never thought about the things that they have to do but from reading your poem I did . I'm so happy I'm not in the war.
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