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The Tommie's lot

While general’s drink their claret wine,
In taverns far behind the lines
The English tommy spills another wine

On Flanders table, made from mothers pride
In front of guns in faltered stride
The sweet wine of youth seeps away,
Dragging dreams of tomorrows men
Into broken hearts, to be remembered by she.
A vintage lost to you and me

And, when autumns harvest came
The tommy was the crop,
The Somme and Verdun is where life was stopped
And when winter froze the ground
The tommy slept, with reaper sound
Content to die with enemies damned,
Caressed by yesterday’s ghosts in this Flanders land

When loved ones sent letters from home
The tommy bore silent pain, alone
For tears are for lovers, and kisses for wives
Now replaced by the tears of loss
 And boys too young to find love,
Their first kiss that of the bullet
For they were not too young to die.
Though “mother”, was often their last dying cry

Now the guns are silent
And the fields are green, 
The marble cross, the epitaph to nightmares dream
In death the axis and Allies are equal,
In life, we failed to stop the sequel,
So remember that cross and remember these lads
Remember the wives and remember the dads
Rest in peace our brave tommy lads.

Copyright © steven cooke

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  1. Date: 10/30/2011 7:30:00 PM
    Very emotional write Steven, your stories always have a hidden message along with the obvious one and it takes a specail gift to be able to do that. In Canada we have remembrance day Nov 11 and this is a reminder of how much we owe to those who lost so much. So special.

  1. Date: 10/30/2011 9:53:00 AM
    Poignant piece. The 'Great War;' there would be no more. One whole generation of men gone. It's better now; we send robots. Eventually, ours will fight theirs and we will watch on the telly.