Our Heroes Poem by Chantelle Clark

In a ghostly old-weathered town
decaying bodies can be found.
Their tombstones lay silently neat
telling stories of when they were beat.

After school was done
the boys registered a tonne.
Many new recruits came
many thought they were ready for war's game.

They were couragous and brave
yet still many met their graves.
They fought a long hard war
it seemed like an open door.

Artillery shells and bullets in the head
many wished they were dead.
Yet they still fought,
depsite comrades being caught.

Caught in the hands of death
lives stolen through a painful theft.
Shrapnel littered bodies lay
thousands were lost day by day.

The plains of that bloody battlefield.
Bring memories of the strategies dealed.
One side lost, the other 'won'
Yet, all lose when we play with guns.

On Remembrance Day we cry
for all those heroes not meant to die.
We will never forget war and peace
our memories will never cease.

In a ghostly town
We will honour those who fought for our crown.
They, the soldiers will rest in peace
Forevermore as the past will cease.

The wind brings cold chills
of stinging memories, of harsh kills.
It wips about their cold tombstones
as if saying, 'Honour their bones.'

Now they lay in cold thrones
Forgotten pain, crys, and moans.
And their stories of anguished pain...
is lost upon fields that their blood has stained.

By, Chantelle Clark