Snow Is On The Rise Boys

Snow is on the rise boys,
Falling down again,
Dark’s the blood of politics,
Sprayed around the Bren.

Snow is on the rise boys,
Backward to the sky,
Young lives steel, but mettle bends,
As buddies start to die.

Snow is on the rise boys,
Trench foot plods his time,
Blown to smithereens dear,
On the Siegfried line.

Snow is on the rise boys,
Bellowing some thrill,
Never dreamt of Tumbledown,
Hopping up a hill.

Snow is on the rise boys,
Cool as whitened green,
Pray tomorrow’s sun alights,
On that frozen scream.

poem by Jerry Pike
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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