War

• Piper Scott, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Out under the Australian sun
With dirt on our hands
Getting weaker through the day
We soldier on through the land

“Get down!” yells the leader
We follow his command
One person doesn’t hear
They continue to stand

BANG! we hear a fire
We see our man fall down
Mixing with the dirt
The red blood turned to brown

With our group getting smaller
We have to win this war
Even if it does mean
Seeing more blood and gore