MISSED AND PRESUMED DEAD

I miss the days when light stayed long
When comrades dreams stood bright and strong
I miss the friend that I once had
Companionship through good and bad

When marching was a chance to sing
Of joys of home that memories bring:
Camp-fires, a chance to talk of plans
And haul together all lifes strands

I long for smells of Harvest new,
The cleanliness of morning dew,
A Marbles game we still are young
But winters hereOur summers done

Debris of guns and carnage flay
What once was warmth to cloudy day
And now you lie where grasses green
Have given oer to muddy sheen

I miss the days when life was fair,
When naught but bird call rent the air
But you are gone, and I am sad
I miss the friend that I once had