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SOLDIER TREES
Alan Skerritt
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There was a line of soldier trees
That walked across the hill
And darkly looked so splendid
In the evening in the still.
They held the ridge against the night
No fright of might
No flight of light
Coloured legions of the sky
Banners touched by every dye
In majestic pageantry retreat
Regroup in dawning strength to meet
Those silent sentinels and greet
Another day.
Alan Skerritt
© All rights reserved
There was a line of soldier trees
That walked across the hill
And darkly looked so splendid
In the evening in the still.
They held the ridge against the night
No fright of might
No flight of light
Coloured legions of the sky
Banners touched by every dye
In majestic pageantry retreat
Regroup in dawning strength to meet
Those silent sentinels and greet
Another day.
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SOMME POPPIES
Alan Skerritt © All rights reserved Your bodies, blood and bones Tired, spilt, broken Have blessed Somme soil Sanctified Somme soil. Your indomitable spirit Issues as new life Simple, not complex As all great truths are... |
Producing Poppies
Crisp colour Plain Red for the dead Born again Red for sunset Interrupting Solemn Somme Slumber To soften those fields Of cruel carnage To remove the rage With painted poppies of peace. |
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