Thursday, April 4, 2019

War Poem


The war has gone on for weeks, maybe even months. 
It’s hard to tell time when you’ve been
Out here for this long. We lie in a trench next
To a bed of poppies hoping we can return
To our families when this dreadful war is finished.

We have made a strong promised to our families,
And we try our best not to break it.
Solemn is all we feel as the days go on, but
We know they will remember us on 
this day, for this day is a day to remember.