War Poem
As we walked out into the sludge,
Cold, sodden and soaked.
We wished we hadn’t started that long trudge,
With all the ammunition loaded,
We thought we were prepared.
As we looked out warily,
We thought it would never get started.
It was all quiet and eerie,
It was broken as the guns shouted,
We thought we were prepared.
I stood scared and frozen in the mud,
The bullets thundered
And there was a flow of blood.
To prevent being shot I found cover and crouched,
We thought we were prepared.
I aimed my rifle at an enemy through the sight,
The evil metal franticly sprinted,
The bullet found its home with a big bite.
The man slumped down and screamed,
We thought we were prepared.
The bullets kept coming,
My rifle still shouted.
The injured were everywhere – blood was gushing
A searing pain hit as the bullet punched,
We thought we were prepared.
I didn’t think I would get hit,
Like a pig I squealed
As I fell into the sludge and the grit
I thought of home and shuddered,
As my life seeped away, as my body started to quit,
My thoughts wondered…….
I realised I wasn’t going to make it.
We thought we were prepared.
I thought I was prepared.
 

By George Griffiths
Age 13