Thursday, 10 December 2020

THEY FELL

 

They fell

Like ripened corn

Cut with scythe’s stroke

In seasoned hands


They fell

Like cherry blossom

Set free

By an April breeze


They fell

Like skittles toppled

By a wooden ball

Skilfully played


They fell

Like mighty English oak

Cut in thousands

To build the mighty fleet


They fell

Proudly and unwavering

Before their enemy

Uncompromising in their duty


They fell

Like the valiant

Cut down before their time

A generation forever lost

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WHEN KITCHENER CALLED

When they hear the recruiter’s call And they take the King’s shilling They’re trained and uniformed And marched towards the killing