A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

This Ground Still Cries

That was my field!
That was my line!
That open space!
That's where I died

I remember their faces
I remember their cries
I remember how we joked together
I remember trying to save their lives

That was the church field
That was the safe line
That's where they came from nowhere
That's where we fought for our lives

This field remembers
That space in time
This grass grows different
This ground still cries

The memory is so present
The memory is so real
The gunfire and explosions
I can hear them, I can see!

That was my field
That was once me.

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Heidi Sands September 24, 2017 at 4:33 PM Wow, very powerful poem. Well done! A Yorkshire Poet September 25, 2017 at 3:35 AM Hi Heidi, Thanks very much. Cheers, Tiro