Mar 2014
Men are dying,
Their families crying,
Dead bodies lying,
Bomb's a'flying.
The machine guns a'blaze,
Putting soldiers in a daze.
Spending my trench days,
In a ray of haze.
New weapon's are scary,
The situation is hairy.
Now it's time to bury,
My poor brother Larry.
Their families crying,
Dead bodies lying,
Bomb's a'flying.
The machine guns a'blaze,
Putting soldiers in a daze.
Spending my trench days,
In a ray of haze.
New weapon's are scary,
The situation is hairy.
Now it's time to bury,
My poor brother Larry.
As part of History class in tenth grade I wrote this poem as if I was in world war one. I am now a Freshmen in College but I found this cleaning.
