War

• Lachlan Herring, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Calvary charges down the slope,
their people looking on with hope.
The enemy hears the battle cry
knowing some men will surely die.

The knights stomp their feet and shout
"We will win this war, there is no doubt."
The axe-men unhook axe from belt.
Gazes cold enough to make ice melt.

Archers count arrows in their quiver,
They'd seen war and would not shiver,
The enemy approaches, archers duck low,
select an arrow and knock their bow.

The archers' bows sing their song.
The arrows fly fast and strong
into a heart the arrow strikes.
Death has come.