The Somme Poem by Daniel Clubb
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The Somme
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Fathers boys and Mothers sons,
French soil beneath their weary feet,
They toil to reach what will become,
A graveyard on some foreign street,
Immortalised on some foreign stone,
These Fathers boys and Mothers sons,
These men reduced to rag and bone,
Now silent under foreign guns.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Conceived during a school trip to the somme battlefields, this poem is dedicated to those heroes who will forever remain anonymous.
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