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Luke Copse
We climbed through the simple wire fence,
from Sheffield Memorial Park,
into Luke Copse.
For a moment as I walked in the wood,
I lost sight of you, and you didn't answer at first.
I called out your name,
and in the silence,
I was alone.
No sounds, not even a bird,
could be heard as we searched through that damp wood.
Deep holes and rusted unexploded shells,
where we walked with the ghosts of The Somme.
We dug a small hole in the ground,
and respectfully covered with earth,
those pieces of bone that we found.
Where the headstone read,
A Soldier Of The Great War,
Known Unto God.
With the dead of The Sheffield and Accrington Pals.
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