Take Me Home Poem by Lee Fones

digging out those trenches
shooting with your guns
missing there lovely wenches
and there upset dads and mums

getting on a train
many never reappeared
your in the pouring rain
and face is bloody smeared

etching nearer, towards enemy
no time to panic, nor fear
hearts beating unpleasantly
now yearning for a beer

day and night you battle
no time for rest or sleep
no time for tittle tattle
most of the time you weep

cant wait to get on that train
the train that takes you home
even in the pouring rain
there's no place like home