Peace

Author's Note: Hi! This is the first poem that I wrote that I like. I wrote it for English. And I know that the ending is a bit weird. But who cares. Please leave a review; it would mean a lot to me! :)

The blithe white bird gracefully spreads his wings

He soars over the battlefield as solider after solider falls

The noisome smell of rotting flesh fills his nostrils yet he flies on

The general looks up at the white bird and sighs

Red and dark blue stream together on the field in front of him

The white dove drops near the general's tent

He looks at the white bird and nods

"Stop fighting!" He screams

The British troops stop, as do the French

Peace reigns once again

Thanks for reading! ^_^