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