The River Somme

Poem to honor my late Great grandfather and those who died at The Battle of the Somme

The rasping scraps of picks against the wall

My mind play the horror again, again

Never to be free, We the Lost

Stuck in the mud of war

Echoing clacks, clack, clack

They dig against the walls

In the horrors of war none are left

We the lost, We the 'Lucky' ones

Pictures, Flashes of the Somme

Face down in the dirt, Crys of war let loose

'Over the top' Only to go back under forever

By the River Somme, is blood red mud

Author's Note

This is the first draft of my first poem.

Reviews

[Taino]

Intense imagery, the pain of war, the lose, all very powerful.