Beneath the glaring, scaring clouds; raining.
The Germans and British, both paining.
On the frontline, stuck serving.
I was stuck saying; even praying.
In the Somme; a mate, a pal, a friend; gone,
A single blast, a sound, the shot of a gun.
Lifeless he stayed there laying.
I was stuck saying; even praying.
The long shrill whistle, rang through the air.
I could run away, I wouldn't care.
I found myself; climbing, leaping and swaying.
I was stuck saying; even praying.
In the Somme; a mate, a pal, a friend; gone.
A single blast, a sound, the shot of a gun.
Lifeless I stayed there laying.
I was stuck saying; even praying.
A bright light; the end of the tunnel.
Gone is the sound of exploding shrapnel.
The smell of bodies; the taste of fear.
Rough heavy jacket, no longer are these things near.
I was stuck saying; even praying.
A very moving and emotional piece dedicated to a lost soul so very many years ago. A beautifully written poem of remembrance.
Hmm that felt so deep and touching. Its not the easiest thing to lose someone you love, moreso not to have the slightest idea where they end up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving and emotional piece dedicated to a lost soul so very many years ago. A beautifully written poem of remembrance. and Hmm that felt so deep and touching. Its not the easiest thing to lose someone you love, moreso not to have the slightest idea where they end up. Thanks so much, being only 15 I still have a lot to learn but these comments mean so much to me! Thanks :)