Ghosts At Villiers Bretonneux

Ghosted men in slouch hats standing hands in pockets slowly smoking The angry guns have long fallen silent for them there is no more fear Reading names - there's Jim's, Fred's and Nugget's there is no joking! The soldiers proud - they do remember and for us they all shed a tear! They are still here written in white stone defending their line well held They fought the good fight and died for friends as ANZACs held so dear No battle sounds are heard now only banners flying in today's quiet world We will remember them even after a hundred years in our history clear. © Paul Warren Poetry