Battlefront

• Hamish White, Grade 9, Glasshouse Country Christian College
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

The soldiers trudging wearily along the muddy terrain
Shells drop, cries and pleas heard nearby
Every breath could be the last, as the never ending shells close in
The surroundings, hazy; the sound like a roaring, deafening beast.

As they approach the confronting battlefront,
the dark forest bound deep down within them; fear,
comes alive
If fear didn’t consume you,
The guns, shells and nightmares would.

War is like walking straight into your death,
Killing yourself.