When the last long trek is over, <br />And the last long trench filled in, <br />I’ll take a boat to Dover, <br />Away from all the din; <br />I’ll take a trip to Mendip, <br />I’ll see the Wilshire downs, <br />And all my soul I’ll then dip <br />In peace no trouble drowns. <br /> <br />Away from noise of battle, <br />Away from bombs and shells, <br />I’ll lie where browse the cattle, <br />Or pluck the purple bells. <br />I’ll lie among the heather, <br />And watch the distant plain, <br />Through all the summer weather, <br />Nor go to fight again.<br /><br />Alec de Candole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-long-last-trek-is-over/
