The thunder of guns The screams of a horse Fields full of blood Now a matter of course. Trees are all shattered Bodies lie all around Rats eating dead flesh Bones cover the ground. The dreams now of glory Are thought of no more Just raw bloody carnage That's the reality of war. ********** Some dead lie in mud Some barbed wire pinned Their lives all taken Souls blown on the wind.. Geoffrey Heath Price. 7. 11. 2020