

A Soldier's Poem~A Soldier's Poem -In the eyes of the German soldier- -World War 1-A Soldier's Poem
"No matter where I look," he said, "There's trouble close at hand. The bombs are flying everywhere. There's red grains in the sand.
The frontline force is falling fast And all my friends are dead. All I do is sit and wait While shells fly past my head.
All alone, I clutch my gun, My only source of life- The only thing that saved my soul And brought the Frenchman strife.
The trench is dim all winter long Yet lit-without a spark. And since the light