| 1918 Sanctuary by T. Hopper For as I lay in your embrace, My breath be shallow..heart doth race The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum Fight for country …defeat the Hun So protected in your cocoon Daybreak looming behind the moon Sleep it cowers and it creeps… Tears of mine ..i gently weep Not tonight …well not for me … Safe and sound for that I be The dark …its cold …a killers friend The night flame flickers ..Bows and bends The shadows dance to a pipers tune As we did …that day in June The day I marched..with head held high For king and country ..live or die Young men together … comrades in fear Maidens calling hip hip three cheers The front …the gas ..ahead barbwire… The stink ..the stench of gods hell fire Bully beef …and rationed stew .. .Last letters home from me to you Dearest… |
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