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Poem for the Day

Posted: 16 December 2013

Christmas Eve, 1914, stars were burning, burning bright
And all along the Western Front the guns were lying still and quiet.
And men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark,
And far away behind the lines, a village dog began to bark.

Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs and others were quiet
Rolling fags and playing Brag, to pass away that Christmas night.
But as they watched the German trenches, something moved in no-man's land
And from far away there came a soldier, carrying a white flag in his hand.

Then from both sides, the men came running, crossing into no-man's land
Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes; shyly stood there shaking hands
Fritz brought out cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags
Stood there laughing, crying, singing, as the moon shone down on no-man's land

On Christmas day we all played football, in the mud of no-man's land
Tommy brought a Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band
And when they beat us at the football, web shared out all the grub and drink
And Fritz showed me a faded photo of a dark-haired girl back in Berlin

For four days after, no one fired. Not one shell disturbed the night
For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost the will to fight.
So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us far behind the lines,
Sent fresh troops to take our places- ordered guns; "Prepare to fire".

And next night, in 1914, flares were burning, burning bright.
The message came, "Prepare offensive, over the top we're going tonight!"
And men stood waiting in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark,
All along the Western Front the Christmas guns began to bark.

Christmas Eve 1914
Mike Harding

Christmas Haiku #16

Posted: 16 December 2013

Whoring women wait,
Money changers count their gains,
The inn-keepers swear.
 

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 15 December 2013

The silent night is shattered
By the falling of a bomb,
As a man and pregnant woman
Search for somewhere safe and warm.
While in a field some shepherds
Huddle down and try to sleep,
Mid the sounds of rattling gunfire
And the bleating of the sheep.

Some strangers bearing gifts
Approach a family they don’t know,
While far away a choir sings
Of wine and mistletoe.
As children play and robins
Sit on frosty windowsills
The slaughter of the innocents
Is happening round us still.

Around the world the lights all say
That Christmas time is here,
But the little town of Bethlehem
Is dark with hate and fear.
The bleak mid-winters bleaker still,
No angels sing above,
But the child we see in Manger Square
Still reaches out for love.

Christmas Song
Bill Adair

Christmas Haiku #15

Posted: 15 December 2013

And out on the streets,
Singers sing and dancers dance,
Everything for sale.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 14 December 2013

We were just about fed-up with dossers and layabouts
Making free, overnight with our stable and our straw –
Some of them plunked themselves down right under our hooves,
Half of them drunk, and twanging their guitars –
Why can’t they cuddle their kids and just keep quiet?

Come to think of it, this particular couple tonight
Did just that. An unmarried mother (most like)
Put her child to the breast, and smiled; the old chap with her
Watched over the lot of us, getting down more hay
For our mangers.
We heard some singing, not the drunken kind –
Far-off-like, as if in the sky. Beautiful it was.
Even the baby was listening.

Quite a nice change,
From the usual carry-on with the booze and the vomiting.
You could call it sleeping rough, but it was gentle
And tender. Made you think well of the human race;
And that doesn’t happen every day.

The Ox and the Asses Story
Elma Mitchell

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