War - Ww1 - Silent Night On Gallipoli Poem by Paul Warren

The Australians had landed and lost mates who were true
As the Turks fought for their homeland and the battles grew
The gunfire all across the trenches could be heard
The Australians and Turks fighting with lines blurred
As the sun went down both sides all stood to looking out
This was the time when each side would measure their clout

One West Australian trumpeter would stand with his bugle
To entertain the troops with music was something quite frugal
The need to wet his parched lips was a task for him to do
And to entertain his mates was a need that in him grew
He picked a tune that they all heard in good times at home
To play ‘Silent Night' across the trenches the music did roam

Slowly the firing stopped whilst everyone listened to the song
Stopping the horror for a brief moment was not seen as wrong
The Turk and German soldiers could hear his sweet bugle story
And when he finished they joined in clapping his musical glory
To hear this tale after a hundred years have passed now
Makes you wonder in this hell the bugler found the know-how.

© Paul Warren Poetry