The Christmas Truce 1914 Poem by Alexander Johnson

There was a time among the dead,
A corner of some foreign field,
Where legions made and marches led,
Where Tommys lay and fates were sealed.
That on one cold and bitter day,
The time felt right for sweeter things,
Space for a joyous better way,
No empires here nor crowns for Kings.
A fleeting warmth on those bleak grounds,
Gave hope for many saddened souls,
But others cared for empire and crowns,
The death knell for those kindly goals.
Hear bells and always think of them,
Let good folk heed, evil forget,
Let go of hate, forgive those men,
That left us with such needless debt.
Whether Tommy, Fritz or Average Joe,
We were united on that special field,
That Christmas eve so long ago,
When wounds and broken hearts were healed.