In Preston Park there is a tank.
Relic of the Battle of Cambrai.
Its rusty treads loom over,
Threatening.
I play with Army buttons,
Unwind some tattered puttees.
On corners of the shopping streets
The blind and maimed
Are selling matches.
Some veterans march.
A brass band plays
Sussex by the sea,
And Mother sighs and says
Before the Marne,
Before the Somme,
She watched the boys in khaki
March away.
By Irene Snatt.

By MYLIFE