Somme Day Soon (No quarter given) – repost

By 1st July 2016December 9th, 2019No Comments

Here shakes the ground nearby my pounding head
Remiss the thoughts I hold; canst understand?
Tho odds diminish with our mounting dead
Small comfort’s gleaned from numbers game at hand
Whilst whistled ‘trr..iiii..ing’ from rounds won’t let me be
Each Prayer is for the ‘crr..a..ack’ to follow on
Relief when heard; tis proved not meant for me
As buried deep (face down) I lie in Somme
I long to be elsewhere; to life, still clasp
Such promise as was held for future tense
Tis but a dream I hope my loved ones grasp
For I’m resigned to cost of this offence
From o’er the barricades our foe rains shell
Yet what we have we hold, he knows full well

Richard Gildea

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