Poem: Remember That Soldier.
The Valiant Ones.
He lay in the mud afraid and alone, the air it was shaking he wanted his home.
It was nearly a year he had been in the trench, men shouting, men screaming the blood and the stench.
Broken men weeping calling for home, for mothers, for fathers for dear darling Joan.
Thoughts of loved ones were always in mind, the gas attacks awful so many men blind.
The guns are now silent the medics arrive, one man lies dead legs gone at the thighs.
Our soldier moves, sits up and sighs, what madness is this he wipes tears from his eyes.
A whistle is blowing 'men over the top' the guns are now firing, will this ever stop.
Today in our armchairs we remember the past and wonder if our man got home at the last.
© 2014 Graham Lee