Thursday, April 26, 2007

War

War is red like the blood and the poppies
It's the season of Automn because everythings dying
Aplace far away where everythings struggling
The weathers cold and grey
The clothes are hot and stuffy
If I was in the war it would feel like a bed of nails
It's lik watching Eragon,the people fighting for their country
Stale meat is what I think they would eat

By Joe s.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed reading your poem Joe.
Some interesting imagery to do with war. Regards Adrienne

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed your interesting imagery in your war poem Joe

regards Adrienne

Anonymous said...

cool poems joe