SERRIED ROWS OF CROSSES

 

The landscape changed

From peace to bloody war

A hellish muddy landscape

Those men had to endure

 

And when war was ended

The living had moved on

The dead remained on parade

To forever guard the Somme

 

The landscape changed

From bloody war to peace

A sombre mark of the passing

Of those who fell before the cease

 

Serried ranks of white crosses

Marking those who stayed

To be forever remembered

These fallen comrades on parade