My father, 18 years of age, fought in the last Battle of the Somme, First World War.  Luckily he came home alive.

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I walked along this road again

     And thought of all the times before

When I was young and life was sweet.

     We never knew the word called “war”.

 

Sweet blossom hung from every tree;

     We walked together to our school.

We played with friends out in the fields

    And sailed our boats upon the pool

 

We grew, we worked and met our wives.

     And each had children of our own.

We brought them up as honest folk.

     The future was to all unknown.

 

Such solemn news came on the air.

    We quietly sat but could not speak.

Our children went to fight a war

    And all were lost within a week.

 

As I walk along this road again,

    With broken heart and tears that pour

I join with those who share my grief

    For loved-ones killed in acts of war.

 

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Discussion:  This poem, one of almost 400, was chosen by teachers for inclusion in my books.  It is a discussion poem:  What factors cause people to war one with another or one country with another?  How can we prevent this?  Josie

 

 

 

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By Josie Whitehead

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