Taste The Mud

A poem written when I was a kid about soldiers in WW2.

Like dogs, in the frozen field, we dug the hard ground;
Our shovels stabbed the solid skin, and the mud flew;
It flew to our faces, in our eyes and hair;
In years to come, I shall tell them:
I remember the fight because I had to taste the mud

Like rats, we scuttled under our shelter;
Only hoping that the rain would stop them;
Stop the bullets, the shells and fear;
But when the rain came, it mixed with the mud:
I remember the fight because I waited in the dirt

Like years, the days etched on;
Never forgiving those who stood the ground;
The ground of bodies, pain and blood;
Terrible shouts of silence:
I remember the fight because they fell in the pit

Like men, we bravely stood;
Not knowing, only fighting with a lost anger;
The anger not of us, nor of mankind or the Earth;
When the rain stops, and when we dig:
We will be dogs once more, and I will taste the mud again

Author's Note

written as a kid, be kind :P

Reviews

[AutumnBelle]

i actually really like this, even if you were just a kid when u wrote it :p. i like the description at the beginning 'Our shovels stabbed the solid skin, and the mud flew'