Remembrance Day
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Haiku for Nympsfield War Memorial
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As I write these lines,
The young men of the village
Arrive for the match.
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Nympsfield village,
Catholic sanctuary,
High-up on the wolds.
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And at the cross-roads,
A sentinel-crucifix
Honouring the dead.
¶ 5
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This cross, once shattered,
Lying in some forlorn hope,
Out in No Man’s Land.
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Brought here from the Somme,
Repaired and resurrected,
Life and Death conjoined.
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Last gasp on a fag,
Then it’s out over the top,
Ref blows the whistle.
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The laughter of youth,
Innocent carefree minutes –
Who would think of war?
¶ 9
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Just as once before,
Those memorialised names
Played, too, in the sun.
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