11th OF THE 11th 1918

Legs shaking, teeth chattering,
Men waiting.

Enemies appear.

Winds breeze in silent fields.
Cannons fire in hectic shot,
Whistle by your ear.

Young men cross uncut fields,
over fixed bayonet streams,
running to their end.

Leaving life and all they love.
For an argument they defend.

Casualties of parliament, commerce and the like.
Who will win, how will they know?
In fields of blood they strike.

For troops of men whose honour is.
With young life they must pay,
wave the flag, for what it means.
On Remembrance Day.