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Hartlepool Mail - World War 1 Poetry Competition

A Flanders Dawn by Albert Armstrong age 82

Stand too was the quiet order given
As the sergeant moved down the trench
I shut my eyes tight and tried to forget
Why I was here in the cold and the stench

His hand took hold of my shoulder
And shaking it gently he said
Come along son; I know your awake
Even though might wish you were dead

All around me shadows were moving 
Men reluctantly entering a new day
In the east a new dawn was breaking 
Once; again we'd entering the fray

German artillery fired at first light
And continued for the most of the day
Stunned and deafened nerves shattered and torn
Men cried as they died, buried deep in the clay

I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes
As my tired broken body fell down
I hoped and prayed this could be my day
When I might change it all for a crown