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
