Trenches Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Trenches deep and full of mud
Full of bodies and crud
A voice cries out over the top
That’s were so many men did drop

Looking into no mans land
It was not a sight I could stand
Fellow soldiers laying there
Some screaming out in despair

Battle tore’n ripped up ground
When the guns did stop not a sound
The great war that what they say
Nothing here was great that day

Groups of men all tucked down
In this muddy hole in the ground
Thinking of sweethearts far away
And the hope they will survive an other day

01 11 2010
Chellaston