by Charles Moorhen

Created on: November 09, 2008

Pure White Crosses

Mile upon mile in lasting peace

Immune from the warring pain

All' lads together' at the end

As they had once begun.

We paraded each a hero

Hoorah'd them through the town,

And hoped through tears and silent prayers

That 'Death' would search in vain.

But shelling, wire, machine gun

Destroyed their fragile lives,

Each bold and loyal soldier fell,

Innocence painfully dies.

Darkness gave them dignity

'Til ghosts in morning grey,

Reclaimed their slaughtered comrades

And carried them away.

When leaves fall we'll remember them

As the blood-red poppy masses,

We'll salute the valiant, mile on mile,

Beneath the Pure White Crosses.

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