Beyond the Lines Poem
Behind the Lines
Shaking like the trees in the Amazon rainforest,
Feeling as terrified as a mouse in a trap,
Scared thinking, thinking about their Grandad.
I was claustrophobic as grass on the ground.
The boat bobbed to the shore,
the back slammed down onto the sand and we rushed out,
We were like a pack of wild wolves chasing our prey.
It was a cold and disheartening day,
We were on the boat.
Suddenly I heard a creak.
The back of the boat was coming down,
I heard the crack of the first bullet.
It had begun!
As far as I looked I saw barbed wire,
The soldiers stomping on the sand,
Guns firing funnily at the newcomers.
Wretched barbed wire stretching as far as I can see,
Shells dropping everywhere – even the sea,
As angry as a bull,
As petrified as a person looking at the eyes of a ghost.
As brave as a brown bear,
As claustrophobic as a bee in a beehive.
The armour was as strong as steal.
The children were as useless as mice in a corner,
They could do nothing.
The Germans were stronger.
People were getting shot,
It was a tragic sight.
The paper drifted off like the wind taking away the petals of a lonely flower.
A single tear trickled down my face
Like rain falling, I pushed myself to keep giving, but…
Describes the times of war.
All inside a bomb.
The sand trickled down my spine,
Like ants infecting spit.
They went through this to save Europe.
Sat in oozing mud, warm and wet…
I longed to be back home.
Shutting my eyes,
I let the wind carry me away.
As awful as a bear,
The eyes of Hitler would petrify anyone.
The soldiers – brave as a panther hunting its prey.
Kestrel Class 11th November 2019