My World War 1 Poem

The leaves were dancing

as the soldiers were falling

onto the muddy ground.

I was shaking with fear.

Now I lie in Flander’s Field.

The cute foal trotted with its  fluffy fur blowing in the wind. The foal saw everything that every other living animal saw. The paints’ brown and white  body shimmered in the bright sunlight, reflecting the colourful rays. And then it was gone