Dulce et decorum est

In year 6 we have been learning about The First World War.  We have read a range of war poetry and then we wrote our own.  Here is Josie's from 6E.

Dulce Et decorum Est

Standing stiff and wearing camouflaged coats

We soldiers fear haunting bullets the most

While we plod through the mist

As thick as oozing mud

Searching but not finding

Our distant rest

Trudging to the unknown

Trudging to death

Flickering flames of hope dance

Waiting for my presence.

Enemies! Enemies! Quick hide!

A flurry of fear

Stumbling to hide

However someone was still in range

Still out there. BANG!!!

Through the hazy mist we spot him

Floundering like a man in fire or lime

Guttering and spluttering

We load our fallen comrade

If your dreams

Were as horrifying as this

His face withering wildly

Scares of mystery covering his body

The way his blood-spewing back is almost

As though his life is being sucked out of him

My friend if you could see this

 You wouldn’t tell your children

Wanting glory

The old lie:

Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori