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Poetry from within

Christmas in the trenches

Christmas Eve had came and gone, it wasn’t long when we heard enemy’s song

After some songs a voice we heard, “Merry Christmas Tommy” a German soldier said

In the trenches, Christmas had arrived, with this gentle knowledge, our moral thrived

In the cold and dark we sang some hymns, our faces were lit up with smiles and grins

The hours passed the night became silent and cold, then came first light, we saw a German soldier so bold

Our sentry called, we looked into no man’s land, the soldier approached with open hands

Is this a trap or a tactic to scare, should we go and meet him? Should we dare?

A moment passed as we paused in thought, then in our heads, the war was a distant thought

We walked with caution as more soldiers appeared, we walked into no man’s land I could feel my tears

A German soldier stood in front of me, “Merry Christmas Tommy” he said to me

He out stretched his hand and I outstretched mine, With Christmas cheer, it was peace on the front line

Enemy soldiers we where now friends, small gifts and well being each side did send

In this piece we had a football match, I spoke to a soldier who wasn’t married but attached

No matter what side, trench life was hell, stories of home each side did tell

This Christmas piece lasted days of three, my enemy soldiers I met will always be friend in me

Gordon Bruce