Soldiers standing in a line
Not sure of the time
Waiting for the whistles to blow
Then over the top they go
Body’s lying on the ground
Some still not found
People waiting at home
Waiting
For a telegram to come
Soldiers standing in a line
Not sure of the time
Waiting for the whistles to blow
Then over the top they go
Body’s lying on the ground
Some still not found
People waiting at home
Waiting
For a telegram to come
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
Experienced
Things they weren’t told
The mud
Blood
Cold
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.