Collected Poems Of The Great War A Century On

No. 5 - THE FLAMING FIGHT by ALAN S JEEVES When the fiery fight is heard no more A lull reverts astride the ground Yet, even though the battle's o'er A breath of fear may well be found Where ghostly keenings calling out, Still, eerie, whelm the air about. For those who made it through the day To reap their rest as nightfall nears And sigh for kinfolk far away As the smoke and thunder clears They, thankful that they shunned the shot, Though think of comrades who did not. And long the day the battle makes And short the twilight of respite When soon the slumber overtakes The weary warrior overnight But, as the daybreak dawns in vain The fiery fight is heard again