Three WW1 Poems, a tribute
Poem 1: Hyacinths on the Somme
The beat in the air is like a drum
Where every drop of rain falls cold
And snares the mud where blood was sold
To march the men to kingdom come.
Too late we there upon the field
Were to find the reason to live
Was our life to each other give
And soothe the wound that never healed.
So flowers in the mud are we
Boldly blooming within our hearts
By His command and lusty darts
Before our time to die could be.
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