Boy at the Somme

“The last one there is a cow pat!”

grinned the small boy

running between the white headstones

as he began the one hundred metre dash

along the narrow strip of turf separating

Private Tom Atkins, age 18, of the Lancashire Fusiliers,

from Lieutenant Edward Hollis, age 19,

of the Seaforth Highlanders;

more than twice the distance they managed

over the same small field

that October morning eighty-seven years before

into the spitting venom of the machine guns

that killed them instantly.

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Your Smile
On the Beach at New Quay
While Waiting
Boy at the Somme

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The Dog Who Cried Custard
Bags of Inspiration
Time Flies
Little Devil