A poem by Sacha (Year 6)
Friend or Foe?
Hush, be at peace and sleep,
Under uniform pillars, quartz, frozen in a march,
A crimson sun, casting fading light,
On the stage of a horrific scene of the past.
Scarlet blood splayed across sludge,
The final footsteps of falling heroes,
Clothes clogged with grimy slush, weighing down valiant troops,
Billowing shells demolishing limping, frail figures on the horizon,
Friends, or foes?
Ear ache, so intense, they are falling