They went to war, because their country called, <br />so proud of their uniform, as they marched off to war. <br />They heard the guns that they were up against, <br />as they made their home in a muddy trench. <br />This was a war that had taken it's toll, <br />as the sergeant called the casualty roll. <br />This muddy trench, was a bloody trench, <br />with bodies of soldier boys, torn apart. <br />where they came to fight, but made no start. <br />Young soldiers boys who were someone's son, <br />who came to fight the enemy Hun! <br />Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, just use your tommy gun. <br />Then came the words of the sergeants call, <br />and up and over they went. Straight into the enemy fire, <br />bodie's landed buckled and bent, as they fell to mud and mire. <br />Prayer's were said for all the dead, when they found a trench, <br />that was full of stench, from the masses of men that had died. <br />Up and over that voice came again, then out of the trench, <br />into the pouring rain. Rain that would last for days on end, <br />but all they could do, was to attack or defend. <br /> <br /> In Memory to those that fell 1914-1918<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trench/
