大象传媒

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I stood alone amidst a crowd
With tear-dimmed eyes, head slightly bowed.
Then, from afar, there came a sound
As from a phantom battle-ground.
With straining ears I heard a call
And to the ground I saw him fall
With body limp and painful eyes,
is this the way a soldier dies?
Then through the mist, across the dune,
There came an old familiar tune;
A bugle call from ages past,
But when I raised my eyes at last
A field of crosses came in sight
Of men who fought for what was right.
I saw vague figures standing there,
Heads held down, they stood in prayer.
My eyes were drawn towards a grave.
It was my friend I could not save.

Cyril W Crain

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