Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Ivory Towers

Just two hundred yards it was

But a sea of festering mud,

Separating water filled trenches

Where nervous and frightened men stood.

It will take but a whistle

Then these soldiers, they'll all visit hell

Men will flounder, die in their droves

'Neath a hail of bullet and shell.

The generals on horseback comment

"The day is going to be ours"

Blind to the death and the carnage,

Fools dwell in ivory towers.






Entry for
YOUR CHOICE(9),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
15/6/2019

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Gershon Wolf June 20, 2019 at 1:25 PM Love that last line...Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. Those who can't teach, become professors in ivory towers. LOL. Ciao, Gershon Gary Smith June 20, 2019 at 2:21 PM Thank you Gershon. :)

Susan Ashley June 15, 2019 at 9:11 PM The potency of your poetic pen knows no bounds, Gary. Your poem is powerful in its affecting imagery. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Line Gauthier June 15, 2019 at 6:04 PM Powerful, Gary. Congrats on your win. Gary Smith June 15, 2019 at 6:10 PM Thank you Line. :)