How Many
How Many,
How many fell in the sand,
Among their friends in a foreign land.
Snatched from life by the enemy's hand,
Watching as if from afar it seemed,
Never hearing it was themselves who screamed.
Torn by bullet or shrapnel pieces, they bled out,
Into the sand of that foreign land it did flow,
Now as the light in their eyes became just a glow,
Friends and family pass by in a memory parade,
How many fell in the sand in which they are laid.
© Dave Timperley. 22/06/2019
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2019
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