Soldiers Life

Soldiers Life

             

Bare trees in the grey misty sky,

Soldiers’ boots squelching in the sinking mud

Creaking noises created by the bridge.

Growling noises like machine guns, come from the soldiers’ tummies.

Poppies as red as blood,

cover the fields,

Soldiers died,

Mothers’ hearts,

Never healed.

Ella Atkinson  and Sophie Wilkinson

Room 9