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Stephen Morrow Poem
When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
Were does he lay
This fallen soldier
Of yesterday
I tell you true
And
With pride
I lay with others
Side by side
In every corner
Of
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band
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Stephen Morrow Poem
My dear darling mother…
I was not there when you needed me most
To hold your hand or to whisper soft words.
How can I ever be free from the guilt?
Or the pain that I feel.
There is never a moment that I don’t wish
I could turn back the clock.
Turn it back to a time when I was only a
Child and you a young woman.
Back to the days when you would sweep me up
In to your arms and call me your little boy.
Back to the days when all my troubles could be
Driven away by just the sound of your sweet reassuring voice.
A time when you could kiss away all my tears.
My dear darling mother I will be forever grateful
For the love and understanding you gave me.
For you were the rock on to which the foundations
Of my very soul were built
And even though I will never again be able to
Hold you as a son can a mother
Or hear you softly call out my name
The beautiful memories I have of our life together
Will mean that you live on,
Live on in the very essence of my sole
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Copyright © Stephen Morrow | Year Posted 2012
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Stephen Morrow Poem
June 01/1916
So it’s off to war!
By they were glad
Singing and whistling a tune every lad
With a swing of their arms
and a smile on their lips
And a shine in their eyes
For the gals in white slips
So it’s march down to the station
To board for the front
With a hiss and a whistle
And pull and a shunt
Then just one last look
At the girls with a tear in their eyes
We will be home for Christmas
So no need to cry
The Germans can’t shoot straight
Their bullets are rubber
So hold your tears girl
There is no need to blubber
At the front ONE MONTH LATER July 01-1916
Battle of the Somme
So we will dig our trenches
And sleep in the mud
The weather’s quite cold
And the food’s not that good
Sarge blows a whistle
And over we go
One at a time or all in a row
The noise is quite deafening
The bullets whiz by
A strange sort of noise hearing men die
Some they go quickly with not even a whimper
Some take all night caught in the moons
glimmer
Trapped in the wire, trod in the mud
Guts lay beside them leaking life’s blood.
Screams and cry’s
They cut through the cold night air
For a man to end his life this way just don’t seem fair
Please Don’t leave me alone
OH MOTHER PLEASE HELP ME!
I want to go home!
My tummy’s hurting
Please don’t leave me alone
So I lay in my trench, hands over my ears
The rain on my face hiding my tears
While somebody’s father somebody’s son
Somebody’s sweetheart
Who’s life’s just begun
Pleads for his mother to stop his pain
And hold him in her arms
Just once again
But she will never hear
Her boys last request
She will never again see his boyish zest
never to hold him in her arms again
Or ruffle his hair or soothe his pain
‘Whistle Whistle‘
Well there’s no time to day dream
And no time to dither
‘Cause the Sergeant is calling
And so through the mud we must slither
Over the top keep your head down
Try not to trod on those laying down
Past little Jimmy stuck on the fence
This bloody war don’t make any sense
I feel a slight tingle running down my spine
My legs are numb they don’t feel like mine
It’s all going dark now
I think I’ll just lay down here
Feel really tired but mam will soon be here
To tuck me in and ruffle my hair
And tell me a story about ‘Rabbit Brer’
Lights fading fast now
Time to sleep
Good night sweet Jesus
My soul pray you keep
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Stephen Morrow Poem
The summer breeze that ruffle your hair hath travelled far and wide to be there
Cross oceans wide and mountains high through fields of flowers and deep blue sky
Swayed tree tops of green and those covered with snow always west were the sun duth go
Moved clouds of white and those dark as night that hold lightning bolt that scar the night
And when you it touches think what I say think of where it hath been yesterday
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Stephen Morrow Poem
Tommy
So there is Tommy in the trenches
And Tommy on the guns and Tommy halfway
across no man’s land, used as a target by
the Huns.
Then there’s Tommy in the
surgeons tent both legs one arm a
missing and Tommy blinded by the gas
lungs so bad he is hardly whispering.
Then there's Tommy in the firing squad
waiting for the shout
And Tommy
blindfolded, tied to a post wondering, if
this is what life is all about.
Then there’s
Tommy giving the order with pistol in
hand, ready to deliver the coup de grace
so other Tommys will understand.
Then there's
Tommy in the war room with his Earl gray
tea and biscuits, Followed by a nice spot of lunch
at the officers club with the valet to clean
up the dishes.
But of course at the top,
there are many tough decisions to be
made with many live at stake,
So be a good fellow Jeeves
and pass me another glass
of Chardonnay
And nice piece of
Christmas cake.
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With muffled drum
The drummer beats his
Requiem
^
Whilst pipers play
Their mournful
Tune
^
In deep respect
For one taken so soon
^
As casket adorned
In Flowers bold
Try
Shielding
The world from
Horrors untold
^
A
Silent throng
With heads solemnly
Bowed
Cast tears of regret
On to sovereign ground
^
Whilst Women sob
And
Grown men cry
^
As If a Final
lullaby,
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Stephen Morrow Poem
The explosion quickly happening
The blast all engulfing
The silence quite deafening
My scream never coming
The dust slowly dispersing
The cry’s getting louder
The pain quickly building,
The tears slowly falling
The blood quickly flowing
The realisation overwhelming
My life slowly ending
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Stephen Morrow Poem
They marched me out
Before dawns first light
The moon casting weak shadows,
The stars in full flight
Across snow laid fresh
Into field of gray
Not a word was spoken
On that fateful day
Stood me against post
Bound me tight
Put hood on my head,
So that I might
Not even glimpse
The day’s first light
Heard crisp orders barked
Then clatter of wood and steel
But not the volley of riffles
That dealt the pain
Then up he marched
Sidearm in hand
To deliver a lesson
All would understand
Don’t retreat under fire
Don’t refuse to fight
Or shake so much
It gives others fright
Don’t lay in the trench
With hand over your ears
Not even trying
To hid your tears
And then it was all over
And my body cut free
Another lesson taught
Well at least to me
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Stephen Morrow Poem
When you awake to see dawns first light
Tis only I turning on my bed side light
And when long shadows cast their shade
Tis but I standing proudly on parade
And when the thunder shakes the ground
Tis but I marching proud
And when the rain fall upon your face
Tis only my tears for those replaced
The breeze when ruffle you hair
Tis but a sigh of relief that you weren’t there
And the sun that sets, casting its evening light
Tis but me saying god bless goodnight
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Stephen Morrow Poem
I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not
there
And then I remember,
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance
And I taste nothing,
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm
And suddenly I am back and you are gone,
And then I remember
I must pull myself together
I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
Copyright © Stephen Morrow | Year Posted 2011
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