Lying in the trenches, I can hear the gunshots overhead for the night has just begun.
On guard all night, then morning duties, tired but this is life.
Day after day, night after night.
Blood is spilled, lives are lost.
Then comes the night we are ambushed.
There’s a sharp sting in lots of our bodies, we fall to the ground blood all over.
War continues, smoke covered the usually blue sky's.
The end draws near as more soldiers fall lifelessly to the ground.
Finally I’m free, home we sail to the green hills and warm food.
Now today Flanders Field still stands strong with white crosses ,row on row for the soldiers who fell to the ground.
By Sophie Bye.
