As my dad drinks a beer
my brother eats cereal
i write a poem
I can only hear guns cry over the birds sweetest voice
...
A call from a man dying
duty awaits,
his death is sure to follow.
Call of duty awaits
...
As we hide in the tree's
I reload suddenly
as footsetps
rustle the leaves.
...
My name is luke i like war poems i am like my dad with poems.My poems are like war poems hes is not.)
Where The Guns Cry
As my dad drinks a beer
my brother eats cereal
i write a poem
I can only hear guns cry over the birds sweetest voice
as a man screams
in pain
and I cry as it hapens.
Hi Luke I have just read your 3 poems and was very impressed, I shall be waiting impatiently to read your next one.I have never been any good at poetry, your dad must get his talents from matchstick grandad. I like Fire of Death best I especially like the opening bit-this war is made with fire and fear Nanny