Smells and Stinches In the Trenches
Smells and Stinches in the Trenches
Have never before wrote poem like this;
Hope my thought and point never miss;
What life meant;
To heaven sent;
About a lonely life of either hers or his.
Seems to be so many smells and stenches,
Ending up existing in long terrible trenches;
Much pain felt,
And death dealt,
Off soldiers' hope for life each one pinches.
Life will no longer exist where they were,
And God came up with an incredible cure;
I will be Me;
Set souls free;
In heaven, He will give you a great tour.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019
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