|james gordon green|
Membership Level: Basic
Sestina of Farewell
by John Clays:-
Just put your hand out,touch them,say goodbye
Such was their plight,they could not cry
When the whistle blew, over the top they went
They did not ask it was there they be sent
No,volunteeredto fight a just cause
An adventure yes,but not sent like lambs to die.
Sooner or later it will be your turn to die
prepare yourself,get ready,say goodbye
Having done your bit of valour,die for the cause
In daylight,or darkness call out in pain,moan,cry
Was it decreed it was the huor to be sent
On your way,next stage,come on time you went.
Fate had come,they all just went
Something for which you could die
It seems that bit was meant,heaven sent
Go on,get on with it,why should you cry
They were told it was a just cause.
But many were lost to the cause
Others tok time,days before they went
Their future was to lie wounded,dying,cry
Left where they fall,not recover,die
For some it was longer before they sais their goodbye
Leave the wounded,carry on,medics will be sent.
Despite home views,"STUFF" continued to be sent
From this distance you may still say it was a just cause
Away from their loved ones having bid a long goodbye
Not excuse incompetence that required so many went
For all killed on the battlefield who had to die
It was those left behind, the ones who would also cry
Good man,you did not call out,moan,groan,
They knew it was right over seas would be sent
Come on man,be brave,it is your time to die
Britain was proud you gave your lives for the cause
No messing,they were told to get there and they went
Stiff upper lip,never mind the pain,grimace goodbye.
Battles cause you to cry,they can be a lost cause
It is not a game,peopleget hurt,dies
The end goodbye.