Prose & Poetry - War Poetry of S J Robinson - On Yonder Hill
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On Yonder Hill
On yonder hill, the poppies sway
In chilled, yet friendly wind today
Their petals drift like young men's lives
Taken far from root, to fall 'neath skies
Their petals grew, fell, fade away
As if they have a line to say
To teach us all that glory brief
To often ends in soldier's grief
On yonder field, furrows score the ground
That once so clamoured, emits no sound
Each bay a story long could tell,
Of laughter sapped in youth's own hell
Of dreams unrealised, futures strewn,
Of pipe and Drums last defiant tune,
Of Ordered slaughter, new hopes lost.
To lie there, yonder, under wooden cross
Bulgaria mobilised a quarter of its male population during WW1, 650,000 troops in total.
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