Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Readers' Poems

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Readers' Poems

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THE TRENCH In the dark and gloom of my trench There's a rotten, stinking stench, It's a very horrid smell That makes you feel unwell It clings to you all day And doesn't seem to go away, It's the smell of the men who are dead With all their blood that is shed We wait all day for the attack In trenches covered with rats, We fight against the Hun But never give up and run, We keep our spirits high Because we don't want to say goodbye The food is awfully bland And there is never enough to share around, I would love something nice to eat Instead of daily bully beef This could be the last time I write As my future may not be as bright, This could be my final day But I know it will pay.

ADAM BRIGHT, aged 14.

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