Your great grandad fought in the 1st world war
He survived, but never spoke,
About the muddy fields and stinking trenches
Or of the mustard gas on which he’d choked,
He’d joined up early to fight the Hun
For king and country to make a brave stand,
Too young, he’d lied about his age,
Too young to be dodging bullets in no man’s land,
Your great grandad fought in the 1st world war
He survived, but never spoke,
About the muddy fields that were the Somme,
Where young boys fell and slept,
But never woke.
Diane Scantlebury
