As we hide in the tree's
I reload suddenly
as footsetps
rustle the leaves.
I start to sweat
as i think of death.
my seargant shoots
the enemy falls to the floor
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
We are the resistance
fighting in France.
Me and my friends
are injured
as black suited men
approach
and order us to our feet-
My dad is in the
trench taking
my honour
luke stanley owen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-bright-light-comes-near/
