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Poetry from within

Christmas Day in No-Man's Land

Christmas day 1914, peaceful and still

Two forlorn figures walk in no-man’s land

Meeting each other midway on the hill

Hostilities gone with a shake of the hand

Always forced to drink from war’s poison chalice

Thinking their likes were the deadliest foes

But their eyes display no hatred or malice

Just timid affection as confidence grows

Sitting there eating chocolate, having a smoke

Showing photos of loved ones in their homeland

They’ve both learned that war is no bloody joke

But they manage to raise a smile as they stand

With a swift embrace, and eyes full of sorrow

They walk back to their lines to do battle tomorrow

Tom Porter