Eleventh hour—
young men perished,
their hopes and dreams all lost:
Ypres, The Marne, Verdun
of the
Eleventh day—
silent, fell guns,
and stillness took the front:
Argonne, Belleau Wood, Amiens
of the
Eleventh month—
the war men claimed
would end all others:
sadly, it did not
Categories:
amiens, war, world war i,
Form: Free verse
Amiens 1918
So line up in the trenches boy,
Aussies go over the top,
If you don’t walk into the machine guns,
For cowardice you’ll be shot,
(choices hey)
The smell of death is on the wind,
Pay it no never mind,
The rotting corpses, soldiers, thinned,
The reaper doesn’t mind,
……………………………..
Walter Leeson had been wounded twice,
Last time shot through the knee,
At Amiens he hobbled forward slowly, nice,
Machine gun got him see,
Three times into the machine guns walked,
They killed him finally,
So we have his photo on the wall,
A soldiers, French grave, you see,
My mum’s uncle Walter …
Don Johnson
Categories:
amiens, adventure,
Form: Ballad