Trenches, bombs and mud

Auckland City Harbour News - - News -

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

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