Every night I sleep,
And every night I dream
That I'm strolling with my sheep
By the old stream.
Every morn I wake,
And every morn I stand
And watch the shrapnel break
On the smashed land.
Some night I’ll fall asleep,
And will not wake at dawn.
I'll lie and feed my sheep
On a green lawn.
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wow... this one is so touching. I don't know when I've ever been so touched by a soldier's poem.
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