Poem: The Trench…..


The Trench

I was just not much more than a boy,

Though Twenty Five,

Knee deep in wet earth,

But still alive.

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Men around me,

Barely much older,

This war so unfair,

And nights getting colder.


Mama said goodbye,

The parting a wrench,

She would never suffer,

Sight of blood and the stench


Gunpowder in the air,

Noise it won’t stop,

Bodies everywhere,

I see more friends drop.

Australian troops enter a German trench during WWI.

I climb the fire-step,

Not knowing the horror I’ll see,

Dear reader…..

……I hope you’ll never be me.


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