The poet's words ...

I saw Journey's End this afternoon - 

I saw the faces of gentle school boys white with terror - 

I'm still blinded by their tears - 

*

In my dreams sometimes I wear khaki - 

I board a train at a familiar station - 

I exchange the sun for a midnight flare - 

*

The poet's words sound in my ears - 

Now all roads lead to France - 

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Thursday 22 February 2018

The Rex

Wareham 

Dorset