On Hallowed Ground

Come walk with me, softly treading, on hallowed ground, in solemn prayer,

To the valour won, by the great heroes of Ukraine, who distinguished there.

Let us honour, the lost soldiers’ souls, in the greatest sacrifice they made,

Fighting in thick forests, and farmers’ fields, for the price of freedom paid.

Do you feel the dreadful aura of war, the eery wind, set upon your back?

Can you hear pain, still resounding, from the heartbroken widows in black?

The agonizing sounds, still rising above the fields, badly wrought in battle,

Visions of soldiers, strewn about the land, gravely battered, and bedraggled.

Do you feel the fear, that plagued their minds, before they perished there,

The words fervently uttered, in desperate supplication, in each final prayer?

Can you smell the awful inferno, the fires from hell, the flesh that burned,

The terrible stench, the sons, the fathers, and uncles, who never returned?

And the daughters, and their mothers, who enlisted in the territorial force,

Numbering in the tens of thousands, determined to free, the land of Orcs,

Is your heart saddened, sensing the abysmal loss, feeling the nations weight,

The yoke of grief, in painful cemeteries, scarring the land, the reckless waste?

Do you sense, the duty bound, by soldiers borne, before their lives were lost,

Reminding you, of the selfless act, set in time, of the Son, who bore the cross.

Now take a knee, on the hallowed ground, where the soldier’s blood was bled,

The precious lives unlived, the dreams undreamt, the humble words unsaid.

Remember them, with head at tilt, the thought of those, who passed there,

Unite in freedoms spirit won, forever indebted, bow down in thankful prayer.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Aug 2023)