A poem inspired by our work on WW1 in English lessons

The War of the Poppies

Poppies fluttered in the wind with bright colours of red,

I thought the war would be over by Christmas like they said.

I pulled my rifle closer as I thought about home,

I thought about my past moments at home with glee,

I really hope my family won’t forget me.

I heard the sharp drone of a gun,

Pope said that this game of death would be fun!

The sergeant said, “Soldiers at ease,”

And I shouted back, “Can I go home please?”

The trenches stunk and they were filled with mud and rats,

And everyday I dreaded to lie down on my dirty old mat.

Kitchener said any men who joined would be skilled,

But that was just a ploy that made people get killed.

I dreamed about a good, tasty meal,

But I went into war with a bad deal!

I cried myself to sleep,

This war hurt my feelings that were ever so deep.

By Gabriel H - Year 9