This is a poem that was entered into a competition at school and got published.
I was hopeful to become a sergeant,
Just like my father had
I had just joined as
The First World War had begun,
We were by the trenches
When there was an explosion
I stood there, my legs as still
Gas was overcrowding us,
So on our gas masks went.
Bill my cousin stood there,
Choking, spluttering, drowning
As the poison filled his lungs.
Then suddenly everyone started to run
And shout as loud as sirens and scream
When I noticed a bomb
Falling towards my father
I wanted to run forward
And grab him by the hand
Like I did when I was a young child
Too late, the bomb went off
I could feel tears rolling down my face like a river.
Why, why, why
Hadn't my father run away?
He should have seen it falling.
I lost my cousin and my father in this
Why did they have to die for their country?