War

• Eve Howell, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2012

As I sit here thinking, thinking of my past,
I listen to the shouting, and guns that fire fast.
The rivals on the other side, I know there humans too,
Were doing this because it’s what we’ve been told to do.
Just because they came here, it don’t mean that they're not scared,
We all are, I can tell, no-one was prepared.
I tried out for my country, although I’m under age
I didn’t think it would be hell, nor did my sweetheart Sage.
I’ve been sending her some letters, and she’s been sending more,
She told me stories of our home, I told her about war.
I haven’t kept a diary; it would be too hard to hide,
Some other people have though, they wrote things like who has died.
The smell round here is putrid, dead bodies in this mud,
There’s more and more around each day, and lots and lots of blood.
I write this whole thing down, for fear of my demise
I really am quite scared of war, not many men do rise.