Battle Feilds

• Sam Stanton, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Battle Fields


I hear bullets rushing past my ears in the wet and bloody bunkers around me
I see my friends’ bodies exploding in all directions every where
I touch the barrel of the gun as I reload my rifle
I smell the stench of our soldier’s bodies
I taste the blood and fear of all our men
I feel the flow of shock rushing down my spine
I think I should never have come to this brutal grave yard

By Sam Stanton