The Christmas Truce

• Tahlia Borck, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I look and see up high,
Planes dropping bombs amid our cry,
I step over the bodies,
One of my good friend Robbie,

Voices raise,
And now they praise,
Together we sing carols,
No thought of being imperiled,

The Christmas truce,
Now so little rescues,
We frequently make sure that the fire has ceased,
But still, there are so many that are deceased.