Battered small handwritten notebooks
Just small enough to store in soldier's nooks
Pencilled papers in a script unclean
These books were written at times unseen
As writing diaries was not officially confirmed
It would seem that a blind eye was turned
So these soldiers in stolen moments made
Their diary notes scribbled before memories fade
They record sea voyages and exotic ports
Of mates found in adventureand witty retorts
Of Egypt seen and Wazir battles mad
Of Dardanelles shores and battles had
Some made their journey to Flanders fields
Where trenches attacked and no ground yields
But they all have one saddening fact to see
The words stopped suddenly with questions to be
It was apparent that the ultimate price was made
As part of the Great Fallen in history's parade
© Paul Warren Poetry
We seem to be writing on the same wavelength. I've just a second ago submitted Beneath the Sea along the same lines. Lovely war poem I really enjoyed......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was like watching a war movie. You have written in these superb lines what i see on screen for 2 hours.. I enjoyed reading this.