In the fields of France <br />We took a glance <br />Waiting for the German Horde <br /> <br />Passing the time <br />Watching their lines <br />No time to get Bored <br /> <br />Here they come <br />Those Barbarous Huns <br />Opening the gates of hell <br /> <br />Behind an earthen wall <br />We waited for the call <br />Hearing their screams and yells <br /> <br />Their machine guns go pop, pop, pop <br />As we climbed over the top <br />And into hells throes <br /> <br />As we fell to the ground <br />Death was all around <br />So we now know <br /> <br />That no one ever really dies <br />Even as their soul touches the skies <br />As long as their story goes <br /> <br />But when their story dies <br />And they still there lie <br />No one ever knows <br /> <br />Of who they were <br />Or what they did <br />Life secrets now well hid <br />As another story comes and goes<br /><br />David Semenske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-fields-of-france/
