Awake at night

Lying awake, I remember

And its suddenly strange

To find not a soul

In voice's range

It doesn't seem so long ago

My bedroom's space ran to and fro

With comrades sleeping, a snoring ditch

Where could be heard every groan and itch

Where mug and canister strew the way,

Where walls were sand-bags, floors were clay;

Inhabitants stretched from left to right

And softly sang throughout the night

Yet one day they left and ne'er came back

My bedroom lost to hist'ry's track –

Those men I heard through sentry's night…

A coldness spreads though sun is bright

Now they lie too

Where once 't was strange

To find so many

In voice's range