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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bullets scream above my head Rifles pointed in all directions Earth and shrapnel pound my helmet My gun is hot and almost empty The trench has deteriorated, it's vulnerable We all desperatly crawl for safety Heading towards the big oak tree Minutes are an eternity in the merciless mud While being picked off one by one I'm almost there my oh sweet haven Refuge is only feet away Everyone made it to the big oak tree As fellow soldiers cheer the way Assuming i'm the last and almost free Then i hear a cry say help me please! Not too far there sits a man Surrounded by gunfire in his direction Tears are flowing down his cheeks Turning around i swiftly crawl I grab his hand and yell lets go! Preparing myself to face it all Grenades are thrown and knock us down I stood him up and we begin to run Ignoring the metal in our legs Our eyes are locked on the big oak tree Yet in the distance i see a gun Pointing at him the guy in front I push him down into the mud A powerful noise pierced the air We both go down with a thud He rolls me over onto my back Applying pressure to my chest And drags me to the big oak tree My vision blurred i faintly see Everyone is surrounding me I feel someone grab my hand Covered in shades of red My mouth is filled with the taste of iron I struggle to breathe i cannot swallow With my final breath i softly say "I finally made it to the big oak tree."
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