Greetings , Comrade!
Have we met somewhere before?
I’m a veteran of the second world war…
You’ll recognise my number,
I’m the T-34
In my vast solid frame, worked a brave crew of five
My only aim – was to keep them alive
On Russias front, we fought ‘gainst an enemy foe
My strong tracks moved forward, and away we’d go!
My wheels drove the tracks, like cossacks of old
leaving mighty marks in the snow and the cold
Commander gave orders, and Gunners fired shells
Gunpowder and burning were familiar smells
We fought for our country, and sometimes our meals,
whilst the enemy we fought had other ideals
Their crack soldiers ran when they saw me appear
as my shells would explode wherever they were near.
But Now, i’m retired,
to a home in the west.
Educating Children, quietly
is what i do best.