He Sees Again... Poem by Terry Dawson

His eyes are glazed the grey-beard man
His mind is lost in thought
Transported to some distant place
Where once a battle fought.

The air is close the bush is thick
And fierce is the sun
Upon the seeming quiet place
Where once was violence done.

He hears again the brutal din
That tore the quiet asunder
And lived anew that fearful time
Till stilled again that thunder.

He sees once more the crumpled form
A single glance tells all.
Happy and quick his friend that morn
Had met his time to fall.

Still to this day those dauntless brave
Ignite in him wild pride
Far greater though his sorrowed pangs
At all the ones who died.