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The Great War By Trevor Johnson

By Black Country Bugle  |  Posted: August 21, 2014

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I WAS asked by my friend Tom Larkin if I would write a poem to be read out at Bilston Town Hall last week before a talk Tom gave about the 1914 Great War

The year Nineteen Fourteen

Start of the First World War,

British troops were sent to fight

On some far distant shore.

Troops were ready, tensions grew

It was almost time,

Infantry guns are primed

Soldiers wait in line.

Support units toil and sweat

As they unload the armour,

Night falls, men now ready

To face the unknown drama.

Soldiers take up positions

With men from far off lands,

All united men together

Trust in one another's hands.

The command finally came

To soldiers near the wire,

Action stations at the ready

Then came the order, "Fire."

Flares lit up the night

Silence was now shattered,

Explosions and smoke all around

Wounded bodies they lay scattered.

Thousands of rounds from every gun

Were fired there every night,

Many sons of a loving mother

Had fought their final fight.

During the long hard battle

Many lives were claimed,

Thousands of brave men are dead

And many more were maimed.

Daylight revealed a battlefield

Of bodies everywhere,

The darkness had hid a scene

Of a sight too hard to bear.

For days the battle raged

With cries of pain and woe,

Soldiers now wracked with pain

Still fought hard to beat the foe.

We must remember men in all wars

Who answered the final call,

So we could live in peace

Those men they gave their all.

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