First world war poems. Written by me


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
Things they weren't told
The mud
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

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He lay in that crater
In the mud and blood
His body and mind in pain
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

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    1. lani36

      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.