World war 1

by | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

I’m stuck in the trenches,
There’s mud in my shoe,
There are lice in my pants and the rats ate the stew.

My friends are moaning,
The sergeant is shouting,
I am so homesick I would run up a mountain.

It’s getting harder,
My mates are crying,
I have been hit,
Now I am dying,

My friends don’t know it,
But they will be upset,
I won’t see them again,
For now I am dead.


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