In my diary entry as a young child I detailed my trip around the battlefields of France with my grandparents. I wrote very little, but made sure I drew the most prominent feature of the trip, the graves of the war dead. 306 more words
Pitmen worked beneath the skin, their charges primed,
to smash each fortress on each bitter crest.
They’d exhale death upon the hour, and time
the start – the steady boys above would do the rest. 115 more words