I can still…

I can still hear the old townsfolk

The jet black columns of smoke.

I can still feel the pain

Tonight for dinner we’re the main.

I can still see the children in their dance

Now I’m staring into death’s glance.

I can still taste the sooty, crisp air

This war with Germany it’s not fair.

I can still smell fear

Now I’m afraid the end is near.

By Grace (Yr6)