WW1+WW2 Poetry

Time to make ammeds

The paper thin snowflakes fell from the sky,

landing on the bodies, by themselves they lie.

The night was silent still,

except for the snuffle of noses and the whispering chill.

The crunch of boots on no mans land interrupted the silence,

the bright moon acting as their guidance.

"Germans!" shouted Jones down the line,

why did the fighting have to continue throughout Christmas time?

There were no shots from bayonets,

the man beside me breaks into a sweat.

"You have no need to worry." i reassure him,

and that's when we all hear the Christmas hymn.

Cautiously i poke my head over the parapet,

and i strode peacefully never throwing the gauntlet.

I ignored the cries from fellow friends,

i think it's time we all made ammends.

I stuck my hand out as a gesture,

dissapated had all the anger.

"Merry Christmas." i wish to him,

"Frohe Weihnachten." he replies back.

"Stile nacht."

"Silent Night."

The friendly carol battle continued,

the feeling of hate and anger was discontinued.

A flurry of legs and the echo of cheers,

it was a sweet sound that filled my ears.

Laughter instead of pain induced wails,

smiling instead of disheartened frowns.

We exchanged pictures and puddings

the goodwill of man forever enduring.

When the sun dipped down in the sky,

we waved and bidded our goodbyes.

The fighting soon began and the bullets were fired,

except no at the Germans but up far,

we were shooting at the stars.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year