Title: Vimy Ridge
by Dani from Cheshire | in writing, poetry
A forested hilltop,
Above French plains.
Sunlight drifts through the branches
Of the maple and pine trees.
The land at the roots
Dips and curves
Gracefully, peacefully,
Blanketed in
Soft, green grass.
A thundering boom
Rips through the hilltop
As mud flies
Shots echo across the empty land.
No life grows green
But the men,
Whose shouts and screams
Fill the craters with blood.
Have we won?
Peace rings
From church bells.
People from afar
Plant trees,
With tears in their eyes
And sorrow in their hearts.
Who won?
I was inspired by a school history trip that I went on. We travelled to France and visited key battlefields and cemetries from the first World War. I wrote four poems, mostly about places we visited such as Thiepval and Vimy Ridge.
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