The Field


I watched out on that cold crisp day

For King and country the officer would say

That field grew blooms of fire and light

As noises grew forever louder day and night



Up then lads the shout would come

Forward, forward with bayonet and gun

My body willing, my mind was weak

As I stumbled that day upon my feet

The noise the roar, the flash of light

That caught us all within our flight


We were scythed like wheat that once stood proud

Come then lads was heard out loud



The field’s now quiet, the guns have gone

But some dear friends they linger on

Their spirits call me from the grave

All the heros’ ..... All the brave

Remember all those who came not back

Because of those words attack ,attack ,attack