War Poem (Yr 7)

Memories of home

Soldiers charging forward in great numbers,

thundering shells explode everywhere.

Men falling to the ground around me,

their cries of pain fill the air.

 

This time last year I was still in lessons,

war was a page in Mr Morton’s book.

The poppies around me give me hope,

the only flower that still grows.

 

It wasn’t my idea to fight this war,

I never wanted to join.

I’m scared to die on my own,

all I want is to be back home.