For Here I Lie

  

Look at the ground where the children play

Where the song birds sing

And the cattle graze

 

Look at the mud and the skeleton trees

With the smell of death

On the morning breeze

 

Listen to the church bells on the hill

Where a soft wind blows

And the peace is still

 

Listen for the crump of the enemy shells

And the snipers bullets

And the dying’s yells

 

Look for the mark where the trench used to be

Where the wild flowers grow

And the birds fly free

 

Look for the signal to start the attack

with a mass of bodies

And no turning back

 

This is the place where I must be

And so must my friends

The enemy

 

 

Roger Stapenhill

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