My human is funny and clever.
I can bring him a stick or ball and he will throw it away.
I can watch him do this all day.
He can open doors!
I can try for hours to open a door and fail.
He does it so easily.
I need to train him better.
Lizzy, Lizzy in a tizzy
How does your garden grow?
With fragrant roses to tickle our noses,
and friendly daisies all in a row.
But I cannot see, that tiny tree
that I ponder sat just there.
Oh that little tree, no longer part of me
T’was torn from the earth, given no berth
And while I am kindly, it was done quite blindly
that little tree, that’s no longer part of me
The blood swept lands and seas of red,
Where angels dare to tread.
As God cried a tear of pain as the angels fell,
Again and again.
As the tears of mine fell to the ground
To sleep with the flowers of red
As any be dead
My children see and work through fields of my
Own with corn and wheat,
Blessed by love so far from pain of my resting
Fields so far from my love.
It be time to put my hand up and end this pain
Of living hell. to see the people around me
Fall someone angel as the mist falls around
And the rain so thick with black thunder I hear
Over the clouds, to sleep forever and kiss
The flower of my people gone before time
To sleep and cry no more
I put my hand up and see the land of red,
This is my time to go over,
I may not come back
So sleep, kiss the boys for me
WW1 poem by an unknown British Soldier