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The floor of my room has history The green carpet means a lot to me. It's been tread many times before This house was built just before the war.
My soul will live, With you forever, Flown away, Broke the tether, Keeping me trapped, Upon this earth, Given wings to fly, And heaven's worth.
Just a random Drabble, inspired by war horse. :P Rain thumped angrily into the deep, oozing mud, gathering in holes and making the sludge even worse.
By Winifred Mary Letts There was a man, - don't mind his name, Whom Fear had dogged by night and day. He could not face the German guns And so he turned and ran away.
"Ready!" His heartbeat like the artillery boom, reminding him why he had fled. He had run away from the trenches, he had run for he feared being dead.
I never had a family, no children, no parents.
Chapter. 2 - The Camp As I stare at the wounded thinking about the things we have become, I realise that; this war was started by a greedy man wanting more than he can and should get...
It was a terrible war... Many people and horses died over a fight of who's madder.
He strained from the tears in his eyes and avoided speaking incase he couldn't hold the cries back. Emma stood in the doorway and stared into her husbands screaming eyes...
A poem by Wilfred Owen written from memory: Bent double, like beggars under sacks, knocked-kneed coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge.
A poem about the world war one trenches:. Bang, bang. The guns are still firing. I'd try to go to sleep but I'm to scared. Plip, plop. The waters still dropping. I'd try to get dry if I still cared.