Page:Patriotic pieces from the Great War, Jones, 1918.djvu/41

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
FROM THE GREAT WAR
37

What word for men who marched to sow
Not wheat, but crosses, row by row?


Alas! Our tears can never bring
The men who came here harvesting
And come no more! We do not know
What way the singing women go,
Their songs all still! But crosses stand
Row after row in Flanders land!