Battlefeild

• Roslyn Cameron, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

The clouds loomed, haunting the sky with grey sheets like the bags beneath their eyes from sleepless nights. Smoke and fire inhaled, filling their noses to the brim, along with the stench of uncleanliness.
Anyone could hear the sloshing of the mud beneath many soldiers’ feet, but the whistling of another bomb and the screaming of the impact is what everyone really heard.
Everyone felt the ground rumble and shake beneath feet and hearts pounding in their own chests after silence clouds their senses, they watch another friend die.
Salty tears replace old ones, trickle down their faces following the beads of sweat from their forehead, down onto their tongue, leaving a burning taste of devastation.
The air bit back at them icily as it whirled and whistled through their ears, whispering the names of loved ones lost.