The Trench Poem by sylvia spencer

They went to war, because their country called,
so proud of their uniform, as they marched off to war.
They heard the guns that they were up against,
as they made their home in a muddy trench.
This was a war that had taken it's toll,
as the sergeant called the casualty roll.
This muddy trench, was a bloody trench,
with bodies of soldier boys, torn apart.
where they came to fight, but made no start.
Young soldiers boys who were someone's son,
who came to fight the enemy Hun!
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, just use your tommy gun.
Then came the words of the sergeants call,
and up and over they went. Straight into the enemy fire,
bodie's landed buckled and bent, as they fell to mud and mire.
Prayer's were said for all the dead, when they found a trench,
that was full of stench, from the masses of men that had died.
Up and over that voice came again, then out of the trench,
into the pouring rain. Rain that would last for days on end,
but all they could do, was to attack or defend.

In Memory to those that fell 1914-1918