If I should lose
The battle ahead
Cold marble laid
At my head
Upon a foreign soil
My body lay
These words I write
So I may say.
My love my wife
And dearest child
As we take aim
At enemies lines
In fear and dread
No hero I
Beneath the capony
Of dawns grey sky.
Two minutes till
Artillery reaches
From the sea
Beyond the beaches
Last letters written
With shaking hands
Sent to you
From a distant land.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
How classic in nature this poem it seems to have walked out of another time. It calls to the ear and sounds the battle cry speaking last words to friends and family. A last farewell. Very nice Norman
thanks, I thought it the same as I wrote it, much appreciated as always
You are most welcome Norman
Good write N.
thanks, as always appreciated
Do you hear the No.7 bus arriving from a distant land?! lol.
it might as well be from a distant land takes forever always late lol
lol
Not too many boots on the ground these days....
Traditional war poem well executed.
thanking you as always much appreciated
Such meaningful words Norman, many soldiers must have written those letters in war.
Andy
yes its such a sad thing mankind never learns, thanks for reading much appreciated
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