Soldier in the war, what do you see?
Gunfire soaring over the sandy trench,
Blood and mud dripping on me.
Green foes with guns sprinting,
Canons stay standing in front of red, yellow and orange explosion.
Russians lie dead or crying for help
As planes fly by.
Helicopters hover above us,
Torpedoes glide like seagulls,
Through the dark murky sky.
Puffs of smoke go up towards God,
As soldiers receive white bandages.
Jake Nicholson (aged 8 years)
Second Place in Wanaka Library Poetry Competition
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