Memories

• Lauren Catanzariti, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

Steep, Rocky Mountains holding my feet.
The enemies are waiting with their rifles in hand.
What a site as we reach the peek, but wait, I can hear bullets piercing towards me.
We take out our rifles. Ready, set, FIRE!
The noise is getting even louder.
Imagine bombs landing on top of you.
Red poppies looking so innocent. So beautiful and pleasant.
Memory's flash back as we wait in the trenches.
My family in England, oh I miss them so dearly.
All of us gathered around the fire, singing songs and drinking tea.
As bombs land closer and closer and screams echoed around the battlefield.
I think to myself… Is this the end of me?
As we march home, so proud and tall.
Finally, we had finished the war.
Our medals shined and our boots polished.
We are all standing for a minute’s silence.