Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

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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Kim Merryman December 10, 2015 at 10:06 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