This was penned this 11/11 and where it came from I’ve no idea, I’m not a poet (as can clearly be seen) more a fiction writer – perhaps distant thoughts of family who’d served and of course the countless others. It was suggested that perhaps it would be good as a video, so me and my trusty Korg T2EX did the music, the images are public domain.
Lay Your Weary Head.
Through mud they trudged
As deep as their knees
Thoughts lingered on
Many had gone but many stayed
In unmarked graves
Were where they laid
From friends a silent prayer was said
Then over the top they went ahead
Bullets cut them down en masse
Some they say should have been in class
Learning English, ‘rithmetic and fun
But battle on, they did as one
Now lay your weary head old soldier
Your battles fought your war is over
No need to remember what you’ve done
Your memories live on in everyone
Lest We Forget
©Copyright Carl Bratcher 11/11/11
Originally created to remind one and all of the 11th day of the 11th Month 2012, the poem was written in a matter of moments and is from the heart – I put no real thought in to it whatsoever.
Fast forward to April 2013 and I find myself revisiting ‘Lay Your Weary Head (Old Soldier)’ not to glam it up but to add, modify, enhance what was simply a poem to those that fought on all fronts in all wars.
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