Lest We Forget

• Julia Jomon, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

The wind may be cold,but lives are precious.
We may live or die,but keep going on.
As i remember the dreaded war,it was a bloody one.
The gruesome battle

As we heard the bombings,we pulled our guns and fired away.
I heard the bullets ahead,
I thought i was dead.
But i was wrong, I just wish the war would end.

My friends got shot one by one ,
I thought i was next.
Help! i heard a cry, it was my mate,but i was too late.
As we remembered the dead,
We were in silence.
Lest We Forget