world war poetry
As if I have a farther left me when I was little.
And my farther is in the war fighting for our country.
I haven’t seen him in 4 years time and worried about him.
I hope for the best and frightened for him.
I have nightmares now and again.
My dad describes war as life drifting away day by day night by night.
Scary as a monster loud as a crash in a car.
Quit silent he could not know what will happen in war.
Heart full of fear couldn’t hardly break as the gas disees killing day and night people are ful with sadness and depression
