Life on the Front

by Evan
(North Carolina)

I stood in a trench, riddled with fear
For the heartbeat of men, you could almost hear

The roar of tanks were loud and clear
The roar of tanks was very near

Inside the trenches we could not see
How the land would surely be

Craters and mines filled the plain
Not to mention the endless rain

Once we climbed the latter
Nothing else would matter

To the enemy, we would run
This war is nothing fun

But we all knew the time was close
That the enemy would spray us from our heads to our toes