Ava Wyllie, Grade 6, Spreyton Primary School
I was in the trench sound asleep
I could feel the pitter patter of rain
No one was making a peep
I could hear people yelling out in pain.
I could hear the bombs crashing overhead
At least I was safe in my bunker,
I could see things burning
And the tanks were turning and turning.
I heard my friend yelp
I did not worry
I then heard him shout for desperate help
And I jump up in a hurry.
My exhausted feet were throbbing
From the cuts and bruises
I found him lying in the trench
I was too late, he had passed on.