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
Then from both
sides, the men came running, crossing into no-man's land
On Christmas day
we all played football, in the mud of no-man's land
For four days
after, no one fired. Not one shell disturbed the night
And next night,
in 1914, flares were burning, burning bright.
From his book "Bomber's
Moon" .published by Michael Joseph. You will find more information about
this book and other work by Mike Harding if you take the following link: http://www.mikeharding.co.uk
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