The Price

The troops were happy

Smiling as they marched to the front

Most were only young men

Doing their bit for king and country

They saw


Things they weren’t told

The mud



It was a living hell

Most didn’t do very well

They laid were they where shot

Their bodies left to rot


Only a few made it home


For the next two weeks, I will be posting about the two world wars of the 20th century. The poet for this period is Catherine Pemberton form York, England. Her poems are written in the uncomplicated form and seek to tell truths that we can all identify with.  I have chosen not to edit them and I let Catherine speak for herself. Later, I hope to publish an interview with Catherine.