Poems+from+world+war+two

=The Glory of the Guns= When the Battle Cry is spoken, And the Voice of War is heard, The soldiers of the Allies, To battlefields do move.

The enemy is silent, As if waiting for the sun, Then they hear that awesome sound, The booming of the Guns.

They shudder in their trenches Within a gnawing fear,

Of knowing the Battery Of 1-6-1 is here.

The shells come whilstling all around, And wreck and break and knock things down, Creating havoc among the lines And all that it surrounds.

The enemy has broken In torn and tired dismay, Those so inclined Get down on knees and pray.

The Allies are victorious, The enemy is on the run, Once again they have been beaten By the Glory of the Guns.
 * - Gunner MR Duncan

At the beginning of this ravenous poem, I found the writer was explaining how sad it was being at war all the time. It was terrorizing.

Though in truth it sounded to me as if he was trying to show how War is only horrible at first, but it's worth it at the end because of the victory.

And the sentence, "The Allies are victorious, The enemy is on the run, Once again they have been beaten."

It goes to show even war sometimes has it's glories.**

**The Lonely Hill** Wild grow the poppies in Tunisian vale Gracing the green of a fertile land And here comes "Peace" to lay her veil On the hill of the foes last stand. . Out of the Plain reared the lonely hill Like a breast bared to the sky Its slopes clasped the fallen ever still And its bosom echoed the swallow's cry. . Small sanctuary of a fallen dream Last bastion to Enfidaville Your crumbled fort is a desolate scene Where all but the winds are still. . The winds will rise and the tall grass bend To ripple like waves of the sea And time will take the scars to mend On the lonely hill of the free.
 * - RA Harris**