They Watched The Dawn.

Snow flakes gently floated down Covering the pock marked Trench dug ground With a soft velvety white They stood waiting For the whistle to blow On that early winter morn All of them Not wanting to fall Pal by Pal They watched the dawn Their tired bodies and souls All thinking of 'ome Trapped in a foreign land With no ticket out 'Til they hear that sound Then it's up and out Into dead man's land A hellish man-made place With shells and wiz bangs Raining down and the Hissing hissing gas sounds No time for mad cap hats Rat a tat tat the Machine guns sing leaving Death and carnage For the Reaper's call With torrents of tears As many thousands fall Leaving their history In the soft Blood stained snow In the theatre of war.