WAR

• Ashley Saunders, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Imagine you go to a place, a dreadful place called WAR.
Grinding bones as you stand there in the trenches.
BANG the fear of hurting the enemies begin.
Tyring to scramble out of the trenches,
Risking their lives.
Disadvantage for the wounded, crying for help.
“Save your life and take care of my family”
Guns, dropping bodies, soon it will end.
Bursts of blood in the sky, while poppies grow where people die.
Pray for those who tried but failed to survive.
Millions of poppies around the field.
We remember those who fought in war.