0272 Somme Day

Looks like being a fine day; how red
the poppies in the sunlight.
The whistles blow.
From the now almost home of the slit trench
Over the Top, boys! This is it!

Soon back. The slit trench
is blessedly quieter now
in its six feet.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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