War

• Hayley O'regan, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2016

The war has started and you hear a cry,
that's because someone is going to die,
there's a big green field where soldiers lay,
and that's at the end of the very first day,
the next day there are so many dead,
and that's why the poppies are brightest of red.

Guns are shot,
and people die on the spot,
the bomb comes down,
and after some drown.

The enemies don't care,
what's happening here or there,
all they do is fight,
until the depths of the night,
we shall fight to the end of war,
but we fear that we will become poor.