A Patriotic Tale

He said to her he was going for a short while, then he waved his hand as he crossed the stile.
The moor looked so lovely the day he went that was three years gone and six weeks passed Lent.
Everyday she waited and stared across the moor hoping that he would come back a better man than before.
As the months turned into years her heart became full of fears, because rumours were spreading and walls have ears.
Everytime she went to the market she hid her face because she felt so out of place. The village folk they knew the story, but he was still her Husband and in his blood he had war time glory.
In her heart she believed he would return, but she was young and she had a lot to learn.
He loved the girls and made them cry, but she was different the apple of his eye.
At least she had that to hold her together whenever she felt down and under the weather.
Her love for him got stronger, and everyday as her own life just seemed to drift away;she would walk the moor day after day but all this was doing was taking her breath away.
Summer and winter she did not care about the weather, if just once more they could be together.
The sun was beautiful and the sky was clear and in the distance she could hear someone say "hello my dear!
Her heart missed a beat she knew at once there was no other, but her darling Thomas her Husband and lover.
He was shell shocked and lame, trench warfare was to blame and many a soldier returned home the same, and some even forgot their name.
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