Post number three!

hello again!

This one goes out to Mr. Tucker, the one who teaches the Socials class that inspired me to write this poem. I'm thinking of sending this to my local newspaper for next Rememberance Day. I hope you enjoy! It's called "The Invisible Enemy"



the feel of mud

through standard-issue uniforms

and the butt of our guns

as we fire

into no mans land

men sleep

in standing positions

huddled

to avoid the waste

in rivers around our feet

we wait for the signal

to storm the pitch

towards the enemy

which we cannot see

for the mustard gas

clouding the air

like the fog of London,

where our wives and children

wait in vain.

most of us will die

we think

as we fight

the invisible enemy



Still wondering if anybody's out there, Miss Piggy