This is a
Prayer
This is a
prayer for my dear Daddy, Wherever he may be. I hope, I pray, one
day, He will return and comfort me.
Mummy told me
he may be a while, That he was the bravest of the brave. I knew her tears
meant more than sorrow, And that his life he gave.
I wish him
peace, In heaven above, Please God, Let him know I send my
love.
Dearest
daughter, Remember this, War is evil, war is wrong, And it is
certainly not bliss.
If you could
see what I have seen, Dying comrades, obliteration. All this
suffering, For our nation.
I saw my
friends fall one by one, Soon, I felt empty and alone. A jungle of
engulfing gas, Followed by that dreaded drone,
Of planes
overhead, We were like mice in an evil trap. We hurried, we
ducked, Into every gap.
One man stood
still, nowhere to go, Knee deep in the trenches slop. Bang! Crash!
Rattle! We watched him drop.
There was no
saving him, It was his fate. Every day, Is a mournful date.
I ventured out
of my hiding place, The pouncing predators watching my every breath. I
knew I had made an unchangeable mistake, Which certainly meant
death.
One bullet in
my most valuable place, My life, my soul, my heart. Soon it was my
body, Being thrown into the cart.
I tell you this
my baby girl, I love you so very much. Even though we will not meet
again, I will forever remember your caring touch.
So my dearest
daughter, From heaven above, I wish you joy and happiness, And my
unconditional love.
By Zoe
Screti (Aged 12 years) A poem influenced by the work of
World War I poets Wilfred Owen and Seigfried Sassoon written at examination
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