Just wanted to share this poem with you. My youngest son wrote it on a tour of the battlefields with the school. It has been sitting in a box along with his other poems and writings but it seems too good not to be read and this seemed the right day. I hope you enjoy it. x
Un-titled poem written at the Battlefields in France
By Andrew W - March 2016
What can be said that has not been said?
What words, if any, can honour the dead?
Words make us human, but this suffering and pain
Are far beyond words, they reach the inhumane
Boys become men, men scared like boys
Lost in the mud; voices lost in the noise
They did not resist just bravely went
For this freedom today, their lives were spent
They did not resist, scream, cry or shout
Just fought to the end, til their luck ran out
What tongue can re-tell the horror of war?
What mind can imagine the true grit and gore?
It’s barely a life to live in the trenches
Robbed of their time, robbed of adventures
They were much braver men than we can truly respect
Though it’s hard to imagine, we must not forget.
Profound
