On the final night of the Battle of the Somme, the cordite and dust from the shells and the fires hung through the night air lit gold yellow by the full moon. They said that even the Moon was on fire.


The Fiery Moon

My left hand plays the chords
The other one dances the tune
To fly through the air
With the joy it can share
And on to the fiery moon

Can you remember holding the song
In our hands on the night of the war
Off to the trenches marching along
Did we know what the story was for?

Did you dream in the light of the sun
As you whistled the bravery song
Held your head high as the shelling begun
To tear away right from the wrong

Were you there for the early dawn call
The damp in your bones from the night
Were you first in the line to be over the wall
And out to meet death for the fight

How many days in the early dawn glow
Have I seen you come staggering home
How many ways will I cry till I know
You were the only song I've ever known



Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-03 at 00:49

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Too few good war-themed poems are written today--and that's unfortunate because we still have wars and all the tragedy of the premature deaths of young men and women is surely poem-worthy.

William
2012-02-04


Blilith
I like this
It plays with my emotions
A lovely piece of work
*Applause*
2012-02-03