WORLD WAR ONE...WAR IN THE TRENCHES....100 YEARS

Today I wrote this poem, In the Honour of all the lives
Sons, Daughters, Dads Mothers, Sister,

Brothers,for the Husbands and the Wives
For all the people that died, For all the souls that are gone
For all the soldiers that suffered, In the war of ....World War One

Millions enrolled for duty, To win that was their aim
To make our country safe, So a soldier they became
They walk on into battle, unsure of what they'd find
With sickness in their bellies And loved ones on their mind

Men lie in muddy trenches, trying hard to keep their head

Suffering from exhaustion whilst surrounded by the dead
Explosions in the distance, Together they would stand
with flashes in the darkness, and the view of No Mans Land

They fought for their country, their-nation was their pride

They did it for their children, yet still so many died

They gave their very best each soldier had his place

But it wasn't just War, that the soldiers had to face

Sickness, and Disease set in, And don't forget starvation

Some of them got Trench foot they were weak in desperation

With death all around them, and their wounded lay in blood

The rains filled up the trenches, and turned the walls to mud

They'd have to stand in water ,some times up to their waist

As scraps of rotten food go by, with empty tins and waste

There were decomposing bodies , of soldiers where they fell

With rats and flies to cope with, it must have felt like HELL

Weather didn't help much, with Temperatures dropping low

Some soldiers suffered frostbite, as they stood there in the snow

They had the threat of gas attacks, so they kept their masks near by

Yet there they stood, these proud brave men, it makes me want to cry

The Sergeant says , " GET READY LADS ", It's your turn next to go

So get your guns all ready men, and keep your heads down low

They all stand there in silence, feeling Anxious, as they wait

They're nervous and uneasy, and concerned about their fate

Their heart is pounding in their chest, like the beating on a drum

Their hands just start to tremble, and their legs have gone all numb

One man gets out a photograph, to kiss his wife good bye

Then he says, " I'll see you soon", as a tear falls from his eye

They'd hear the whistle blow,  "OVER THE TOP" The Sergeant cried

They scramble on the ladder, On The Top, is where they died

Some got through and carried on, as fast as they could run

Sergeant shouts, " HOLD THE LINE", as he’s shooting with his gun

The noise was so horrendous, the explosions were the worst
With bullets flying everywhere, their ear drums must have burst
The men were dropping fast, one by one they hit the floor
But no one stopped to help them, as they had to win the war   

They run across to, No Mans Land,They’re heading into fire

Treading on dead bodies, and falling on barbed wire

There's black smoke in the air, it's blocking out the light

They can't see where they're going, But they know they have to fight

There's panic and confusion, and their eyes are full of fear

Their hearts are with their love ones, as they know the end is near

Machine guns open fire, as they shoot the soldiers dead

There's silence in the air, As ..No Mans Land.. Turns red

©  WRITTEN BY........TRACEY CURTIS.25\3\14