When death is closer than home..."It's a long way to Tipperary"A Poem by GeeEach knew his fate... With the 11th of the 11th looming time to give this oldie an airing
"Its a long way to Tipperary..."
A single voice the silence pierced to drift through cordite air, to rise above the clouds of death forlorn, tinged with despair. "Its a long way to go..." Along the trench more voices joined a choir now on death row, ironic that they sang of home for their fate they all did know. "Its a long way to Tipperary..." Across the mire where no man lived o'er blood and stench and gore, their song fell onto enemy and through each heart it tore. "to the sweetest girl I know..." They'd be no winners in this war only those that better fared, a whole generations blooming youth wars horror brutally pared. "goodbye Piccadily..." The brave who sang that fateful day brothers, fathers, uncles, sons, would perish going "over the top" Scythed down by chattering guns. "Farewell Leicester square..." Now fields abloom with blood red flowers blue skies, and larks on high, remember the wanton sacrifice of those that came to fight and die. "Its a long, long, way to Tipperary, but my heart's right there" © 2022 GeeReviews
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Added on September 21, 2015Last Updated on November 3, 2022 Tags: death, loss, longing, despair sacrifice AuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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