First world war poems. Written by me
THE PRICE
The troops were happy
Smiling as they marched to the front
Most were only young men
Doing there bit for king and country
They saw
Experienced
Things they weren’t told
The mud
Blood
Cold
It was a living hell
Most didn’t do very well
They laid were they where shot
Their bodies left to rot
Only a few made it home
No title
He lay in that crater
In the mud and blood
His body and mind in pain
Knowing
He would never see you again
He lay in that crater
His body was found years later
He was identified by his tag
And a scrap of paper
Found in his bag
sugrnspice
very well said love, shame more wont read these words.
thank you xx
so well said , every day in every way we should honor all those brave men for their sacrifices,, your poem was so well written and meaningfull.xx.
wrote from the heart i think cathy.xxx
These men should never be forgotten…Thank you sugs x
Your poem perfectly thought and expressed and should be placed near the exit of any cemetery in the Normandie. Michael
Lovely and heart felt poem sugs..I agree with Michael. 🙂
Maybe i shouldn’t have used the word lovely…perhaps inspiring would be a better word. 🙂
Yes, that is sad…I’ve seen on movies and documentaries where they were standing in 3-4 feet of water in trenches having to break ice away just to move…many lost toes, and other limbs to frost bite, War is a terrible thing. Not to mention bleeding and agony of the fierce pain ripping through them without relief. Yes, I hate war and one man trying to dominate another one.