Analysis of Batle at Vimy Ridge
Battle of Vimy Ridge (April 9-10 1917)
A grateful nation does honour you from ocean, land to sea.
For the sacrifices you have made as your tale is now, etched in history.
To all our soldiers and patriots of valour, where now are thee.
Upon the wind-speed of time, your souls will run forever free.
The residential-soldier lies within the Ridge's hallowed grounds.
Now we mourn for thee in a place where the guns did once sound.
From trenches of hell you came, marching in two lines abreast.
Upon no man's land, you met your destiny, where many found their final rest.
Under the fire of a thousand guns, you made your famous charge.
Forward from trench-hole to trench-hole, you made your nation large.
Twenty thousand brave lads we sent, carrying seventy pounds of gear.
Face to face against the Huns on the Western Front, never to flinch in fear.
After two days of fighting in the all-pervasive mud the guns silence fell.
The enemy fled from Vimy Ridge after the battle, which came from a depiction of HELL.
Taps now sounds for those that died, once a year in memory of each man.
Now a National Memorial stands on two hundred and fifty acres of French land.
Where they say battle sounds still carry on the winds on a starlit night.
If you listen closely, you can hear the voices carrying on the victorious fight.
Listen, listen to the winds of war I say and you will hear.
The brave men and their battle cries echo within your ears.
“Rally Lads”, rally they cry. “Rally lads, we will stare them in the eyes”.
“Attack, Attack, we will make the Huns pay in blood”, was the battle cry.
As the most complete and decisive victory of the Great War for them still rages on.
For them there can be no rest for the six thousand that died and now are gone.
Lest we forget, the quiet stills upon the air shall never let their light go out.
From ghostly whispers, to end all wars, where voices of dead once did shout.
This is a tribute to my Grandfather, who served and lost his left leg at Vimy Ridge.
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Characters | 1,974 |
Words | 368 |
Sentences | 29 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 56 |
Words per line (avg) | 13 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 194 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on November 12, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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