Poem: I Was a First World War Soldier.
There at the charge.
I was a first world war soldier, they sent me to die in the mud.
I fought and I bled for my country and I know that I gave all I could.
Around me others were screaming for mothers for fathers for sons,
for daughters for sisters for brothers, no longer the sound of the drums.
I was a first world war soldier, I did what they said when told,
'You there fix your bayonet or you'll never live to grow old'
around me all the young faces the fear in their eyes said it all,
over the top at the whistle leaving the trench for the wall.
We charged through barbed wire at the building,
where others were waiting inside.
The fighting it started in earnest
and the boys from both sides well, they died.
As an old man I sit here and wonder and these days I walk with a cane,
I think of those young boys of those days and the tears well, they come back again.
The First World War.
© 2014 Graham Lee