Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson

Comrades

AS I was marching in Flanders 
A ghost kept step with me – 
Kept step with me and chuckled 
And muttered ceaselessly:
 
“Once I too marched in Flanders, 
The very spit of you, 
And just a hundred years since, 
To fall at Waterloo. 

“They buried me in Flanders 
Upon the field of blood, 
And long I’ve lain forgotten 
Deep in the Flemmish mud. 

“But now you march in Flanders, 
The very spit of me; 
To the ending of the day’s march 
I’ll bear you company.” 

1. The Parrots
2. Breakfast
3. The Knight of the Wood
4. Retreat
5. The Unknown Knight

Ella Wilcox Comrades ("I and my Soul are alone to-day")

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