In Fields Where We Lay
Today we remember all those soldiers, who gave their lives at the Battle of the Somme in 1916.
We will remember each one with love, honour and respect.
I am grateful for your bravery, such love for your fellow man.
Remember me, for I am but a star shining on the path before you.
The poem below is my tribute; to all those who fell at the Battle of the Somme and World War 1.
In fields where we lay
Through
battle lines,
a
revelry of bullets
peppered
the air.
Shouts,
of anguish in the night.
Voices
fearful, filled with fright.
Each
of us knowing that
this
could be our last.
As
a bullet ripped from the
carcase
of a gun.
Enters
our bodies one by one.
Lights
fade out, until
we
are gone.
But
still our memories
linger
on.
For
in a field
standing
proud, poppies
tall
and bold.
As
blood red, reminders
of
the lives that were shed.
Each
lovingly remembering
as
each, nods its head.
Copyright
©2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts
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