I feel I may have lived before <br />Several hundred years ago <br />I see myself in peasants garb <br />In my hand there is a bow <br /> <br />And as I stand I'm not alone <br />For others join at will <br />To form a line across a field <br />In front there is a hill <br /> <br />Men on horse approach us <br />Their intent for all to see <br />Our arrows arc into the sky <br />To bring them to their knees <br /> <br />Yet still they come toward us <br />But we will hold the line <br />For we are English bowmen <br />And have stood the test of time <br /> <br />And though I shall not see it <br />Throughout the coming hours <br />My death will not have been in vain <br />As victory will be ours <br /> <br />I feel I may have lived before <br />So many years ago <br />And as the shells scream overhead <br />I hear a whistle blow.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-place-another-time/
