War Poem

The Western Front

© Jake Cooper
At the Western Front where we defend
Among the dead bodies of foe and of friend
The guns and their bullets fire evermore
That is the sound of the Great World War

At the Western Front where we try to survive
Everyday more are dead and less are alive
You wake up in the morning, trembling with fear
Will I breathe my last breath on the Western Frontier?

At the Western Front with the death and destruction
We fight for our country, we fight for freedom
We are victorious, release the dove
I’m going home to the family I love.

We will remember them


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Published: Feb 2010

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