IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Soldiers Dream. For Friend Thad

Across the bridge over the stream
then down the path to the sea shore.
Where I was wont to sit and dream.
When I was young before the war.

My country called and I obeyed.
I joined the ranks of fighting men.
Although I would have rather stayed.
I thought I’d soon be home again.

I did not know that I would die
along with many thousands more
Who lie beneath a foreign sky.
Far from their home for evermore.

I lay and bled amongst the dead
and as my life blood drained away
I wished that I could be instead
back home dreaming beside the bay.

The path way leading to the sea
The wooden bridge across the stream.
I seemed to see them vividly.
A dying soldier’s final dream.

Thursday,11 February 2010
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A good poem, Ivor! Best wishes, John.