Crazy for the Trenches, 1914
Do you see it all
With a glow my Son.
This war that’s just begun.
Do you want to go
Do you need it so?
The shovel, boots and gun.
Gone quite glory-mad.
Don’t be troubled Dad.
With the rest I run.
The ship.
The happy hollering.
The landing on chillsome day.
Into the fray.
The trench muck come.
And yesterday Larry’s face
Was turned to gum.
He was from Winnipeg.
A Mother’s Son.
https://youtu.be/pFuJmixsnlE
© Poetry.com