Hi! In class we had to write poems about what it's like in WW1 trenches. I thought i'd post mine. Enjoy! :)

Of Mud and Blood

Fainting men, covered in mud,

I'm tired, i'm hungry, i'm giving up bud!

My friends are left behind-No tears can I shed,

Their bodies, explosions - Shells whistling overhead.

Barefoot and shaking, like cripples and bleeding,

Trauma beyond nightmares. Still unbelieving.

"Gas! Gas! Stand up - Masks now!"

Masks on, stand up ; Look around. Pow!

He flails and screams - Drowning on air,

He grasps for a friend who just isn't there.

The pea green mist-I'm floating - Wait what!

The poisonous gas! Grrr! I've lost the plot!

My friend is dying - Look, over there,

There's nothing I can do - The poison doesn't spare.

He's tossed on a wagon in seizures of pain.

The venom drips on my heart. It rains.

Blood is frothing, he convulses - Then stops,

Blood drips - it's horrible - and yet I watch

Back at home, it's right to die for our country,

I want to run away, but they'll always hunt me.

Yet they took her, she's gone, he had her,

I'm definitely not going to go to Valhalla.

Tears are falling from the Shadows face,

Is it still right to die at the hands of my own race?

There we go! Hoped you liked it. As I spent time writing and changing this - could you spend time to favourite and review? *Puppy dog eyes*