TRUDGING by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the quiet sky He watched a nosing lorry grinding on, And straggling files of men; when these were gone, A double limber and six mules went by, Hauling the rations up through ruts and mud To trench-lines digged two hundred years ago. Then darkness hid them with a rainy scud, And soon he saw the village lights below. But when he'd told his tale, an old man said That he'd seen soldiers pass along that hill; 'Poor silent things, they were the English dead Who came to fight in France and got their fill.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |