Trenches, bombs and mud
One gloomy day the war begun,
Darker was the shining sun,
The world no longer big and bright,
As the soldiers left and went to fight.
Guns blazing like rockets could be heard from afar,
Tanks filled the streets replacing each car,
Worldwide brave men were dying,
While their families wiped their tears from crying.
Think of all those men who went to war,
Every week they sent for more and more,
To the booming bombs that were exploding,
And all the guns continually reloading.
After many years of battle and blood,
And hiding in trenches caked with mud,
Travelling around the world from Turkey to Rome,
Finally the surviving warriors could go home.
– by Sarah-Jane Plank, aged 13, Lynfield College