A Different September

by Steve Sant

Its hundred years to the very day
I listen to the guide
He tells us plain and simple
Ninety seven soldiers died

Standing then where I am now
My granddad would have been
Its so hard to imagine
What I see now he had seen

Except of course twas not like this
The rolling hills clear sky
The chatter of the crickets
And the dancing butterfly

His trip to France a trip to hell
A different September
All I can do is stand here now
And in my prayers remember

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Published British poet., Interests include World War One, Social Justice., Influences include Betjemen, Plath and Auden.

Last updated December 27, 2017