In fields where I once ploughed the land
I found a withered persons hand
And when I dug the earth away
I didn't quite know what to say
For there amongst the sod and stones
I found a pile of someone's bones
Too hard to say who it might be
Lying there for me to see
Perhaps a soldier killed in battle
Or someone stomped to death by cattle
But either way, it was someone's friend
Who might have come to a gruesome end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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