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The Sounds of War

The Sounds Of War Crackling of the wireless set, Crackling of the fire, Breaking the message says Tension becoming dire. Wailing of the sisters, Wailing of the brothers, 'cross the sea the children send Away from their mothers. Slamming of the kit bag, Slamming of the door, Six hundred and ten Off to fight the war. Cheering of the nation, Cheering on the benches, Good men their spirits break In the muddy trenches. Booming of the kettle drum, Booming of the bombs, March the men weary The Fritz's and the Tom's. Rat-a-tatting of the jerry cans, Rat-a-tatting of the guns, Fall the men down 'til war is done. Squealing of the bugle Squealing of the men Silently the bodies count Six hundred and ten. Sobbing of the sisters Sobbing of the brothers, 'cross the sea the caskets send Back home to their mothers.

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Date: 12/10/2015 10:06:00 AM
Wow! Your poem tugs at the heart strings. Your use of repetition and the staccato beat of your lines emphasizes the theme of "the Sound of War". An outstanding write, Robert! Love, Kim
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