Senses poem

I can hear the the loud guns,

The shells, the dogs barking,

I can hear people dying,

I can hear war. 

I can see poppies growing,

I can see graves, dark red blood,

I can see people dying,

I can see war.

I can smell the disgusting lunch,

The grey smoke, the blood,
I can smell the fire burning,
I can smell war.

I can touch the shotguns,
I can touch the cards you sent, the soft grass,
The red poppies,
I can touch war.

I can taste the delicious breakfast,
The choking smoke, the salt water,
I can taste the brown dirt,
I can taste war.