Prose & Poetry - War Poetry of S J Robinson - Missing and Presumed Dead
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of the site are present-day First World War poems written by S. J. Robinson.
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Missing and Presumed Dead
I miss the days when light stayed long
When comrades' dreams stood bright and strong
I miss the friend that I once had
Companionship through good and bad
When marching was a chance to sing
Of joys of home that memories bring:
Camp-fires, a chance to talk of plans
And haul together all life's strands
I long for smells of Harvest new,
The cleanliness of morning dew,
A Marbles game-we still are young
But winter's here - Our summer's done
Debris of guns and carnage flay
What once was warmth to cloudy day
And now you lie where grasses green
Have given o'er to muddy sheen
I miss the days when life was fair,
When naught but bird call rent the air
But you are gone, and I am sad
I miss the friend that I once had.
A "Communication Trench" was a narrow trench constructed at an angle to a defensive trench to permit concealed access to the defensive trench.
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