Poem: inspired by All Quiet on The Western Front | Hannah

MY POEM – 28 september 2016

They're for us

Ahead of us everything is

fairly quiet we can hear

enemy lines rolling

We are now

shimmering

ceaselessly

guns to the right

We cannot afford

To await fearfully

lend a hand

I cannot sleep

We neither know nor can

The result is good

things and looks again

flashes of light

We are cut off

of this sort

broken without

anything

Nevertheless

we repeat the process

again

The assignment was: write a poem using words or sentences or parts of sentences from 2 chapters of the book. This was what I came up with.

By: Hannah van Dijk

Less than three,

A teacher-to-be,

Hannah