The Day They Went Over
Here is a poem i wrote when i was 13 years old, inspired by Dulce Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen, which i will post on the blog tommorow for those of you who have never read it before
Like houses they stood
Row upon row
waiting to go over
But saying their prayers
and hoping against hope
that they wouldn’t have to go over
They thought of their wives, their girfriends, their mates
Who didn’t want them to go over
For when they went over
The whiste blew
Crisp and shrill
On easter Sunday morning
And that was the day
That the men went over
Like houses they stood
Row upon row
waiting to go over
But saying their prayers
and hoping against hope
that they wouldn’t have to go over
They thought of their wives, their girfriends, their mates
Who didn’t want them to go over
For when they went over
The whiste blew
Crisp and shrill
On easter Sunday morning
And that was the day
That the men went over
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