Trenches

by amy   Feb 12, 2007


Whistling, whining machine gun bullets
My heart dropped
We re going over the top

My company commander had his face shot away
There will be a lot of blood shed today

Bodies and coffins flying in the air
We couldnt forget the Germans were there

Many had their legs amputated
While we sat and waited!
We heard the cry
And watched them die

That noon we went over the top
I took the whole troop but the Gerrys shot the lot!

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments