The Great War

• Harry Carson , Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

The shells they pounded day and night,
The planes were roaring in their flight.
The bullets flew through flesh and dirt,
The men never slept, always alert.
Fields of craters and uplifted ground,
The bangs and booms the only sound.
To fight against a mighty foe,
Young men off to war they go.
Only poppies on these fields could grow,
Nothing else would ever sow.
The war more deadly than they bet,
They gave their lives, lest we forget.