Silent Night
The air was brittle with the cold
mud made life so very hard to bare.
Came to mind that maybe xmas is soon
Remembers roaring fires and christmas fayre
was so cold in the trenches
enemy not so many yards away,
trying to remember if its the twenty fifth
I think it's Christmas day
can hear the sound of music
soldiers singing for all their might,
we joined them in a rendering
of the carol Silent Night.
I peeped out of the bunker
to see the enemy doing the same,
we both held up a white flag
with a makeshift ball we had a game.
these were our enemies
yet human too
we can forget it for awhile
having fun is the right thing to do
this really happened in WorldWar 1
at the end of the evening, went our own way
Christmas is a day to rejoice
to live to fight another day.
Penned 26 November 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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