Whizzy-58

We're at war, people scurry Dodging bullets, children Sent away to the country, Away from the deadly experience. Strong armies in battle, whilst Innocent people hide in the Muddy trenches all dirty and Scared of defeat. It was very stressful, the Shooting seemed to be Everlasting, we knew it would Be unforgetable The poisonous sting of the bullet Seemed to be a challange. Finally the skies cleared, Poppies growing in the fields, Birds begin to sing their songs, People loiter around Grieving for thier loved ones. No more killing for miles Around, no more blinding From the bombs, the air Once more is clear, because Peac