Veterans
One mild November
When I was a child
I watched the old men
Gather in the park.
I talked to the old guy
Who spent Easter morning
At Vimy Ridge.
“What was it like, sir?”
I managed to ask.
“Noisy,” he said
And he went back
To sucking a biscuit.
When I was a child
I watched the old men
Gather in the park.
I talked to the old guy
Who spent Easter morning
At Vimy Ridge.
“What was it like, sir?”
I managed to ask.
“Noisy,” he said
And he went back
To sucking a biscuit.
(c) J S Phillips
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