Terror grips our panicked limbs
About to meet the Reaper Grim
Body screaming - just don't go
Keep it steady, Keep safe stay low,
No man's land calls us to fight
Climb deaths ladders into the night
Enemy weapons spit rain of fire
Heroes gripped by spiked barbed wire
A beautiful silence falls around
A blanket of friends upon the ground
Calm and peaceful at the end
Never to see home again
By Charlie Heslop (aged 10)
In remembrance of all who fell to make us live.
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ViP phill (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Brilliant written by a child of just ten. Very proud of her xxx
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