Rural Pastrual Idle Feild And Meadow Warning!

In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be seen In summer's adorned frock adorned bushes and trees A brush stroked varied blue overhead sky Hangs silently perched high Boisterous winds stir and waft the barley field Skylarks asend trill and twitter The silver ribboned ambling streams and rivers Snake through Vale and sweeping valleys The golden radiant solar orb stretches its rays downward Painting and illuminating the landscape below Sheep and cows graze majestically on the cud On idle pasture where butterflies flutter A colourful flashing ballet The thorny prickly hedgerow divides the fields Meadow and pasture Along with unevenly staked weathered stone Moss Leching pittered upon its old drystone walls But the idyllic tranquil scene Hides secrets scars and wounds Of so long ago Barbed wire razor sharp replaced the hedgerows A sea of puddles and mud Riddled with pits hollows and mounds Chocking sulphur and brimstone Mists expelled from obliterating shells and rattling sprays Of gunfire torn and ripped from flesh ravines and streams of blood Tainted the cold wet blood Haunting screams and cries for Mother reverberate As the bombs keep on coming and pounding down To the sodden ground No respite no ceasefire No White flag Just a mass of death and destruction Individual stories never read or seen A hell on earth nightmare Long forgotten souls Never to see the sun Brothers In arms The girlfriend's wifes and family are now gone The knock on the door telegram delivered they feared so much Reading, ''Lost in action'' A bloody war The likes never seen before They called ''the war to end all wars But war sadly still persists Young lives cut short Many never had ventured from the village Or the town they grew up in Sent to a strange unknown place far across the sea Leaving loved ones far behind With trails of tears Marches of Young smiling boys With their brothers uncles and pals Parade up and down In their smart uniforms The sound of boots pounding in sync In every city or town In smart new uniforms Heads held high Bsnds play string music Crowds shout clap and wave flags Young children follow behind Saluting and marching along too Throwing flowers and the odd kiss With the promise The war will be over by Christmas And you'll be back home Lads A promise never fulfilled So many Boys and horses fell In a war they really didn't understand Fighting foes Fathers sons and brothers On the opposite opposing side All to murder someone who they had never met Just like themselves So young and full of life Both sides scared and petrified Photos of loved ones kept in a pocket close to their heart And perfumed letters From back home Provide a little comfort where there is none As they reminisce through the lens of time The lush green meadow where as children they'd Make daisy chains and roll down hills The folk they knew and now miss Mother's cooking School friends Village fates and parties Only to be Cut down in the prime of their lives Bags of nerves on the edge The relentless deafening pounding Shaking the muddy ground One of the most nerve-wracking Is when the shelling suddenly stops Ears still ringing And the tension gets too much You're just shacking Waiting for the pounding sound And the obliterating slaughter starts once more