On Watch- A Poem

Alone with the sound of music from the dugout,

Taking my tea with the dregs from the rum jug,

Feeling the warm dry winds of July,

The silent guns had me think that

the war was over and I

Could stand beneath the sky

and think I was home

in Somerset

Till a shot

Rang out.

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