'the Somme 1916'
I'm scribbling in incessent rain
and mud has turned to slush.
The stench of death is all about
and god's deserted us.
Last night I saw a young lad die,
he cried his life away.
I felt so bloody helpless -
Will it be me today?
You frame this nicely with few words. The emotion pours out with power.
very sad. very good poetry.. very good at doing what it was written to do.
SUMS UP THE FUTILITY OF WAR. I HAVE SUBMITTED 3 MORE I THINK YOU WOULD LIKE AND WELCOME YOUR COMMENTS THE NIGHT VISITOR INNOCENCE LOST THE CHECKERS MEN YOU HAVE WRITTEN A LOT MORE THAN ME BUT I AM SLOWLY WORKING MY WAY THROUGH THEM PAM
This is asonishingly strong Jerry - - - I am not sure I have come across this one of your pieces before, but it has immediate impact and the raw fear comes through... very sad but potent piece...... from Fay.
A very frightening thought so far from home and in the middle of a war. Can feel the powerlessness of the situation. Yet the power of emotion is very strong, it comes through and hits home. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Short but still powerful. Makes you think don't it? I detest war.
will it be me today? touching... I can't help thinking will it be me today too?
A really good write 10 thumbs up WW1 and all war has taken too many of the young!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My father was bayoneted and shelled on the Somme. He died abroken down drunk tormented by muddy nightmare like you describe here years beore he otherwise might have. His war devastated generations of the family that followed. Great write Jerry thank you --Paddy