HARVEST OF IRON
Beaumont Hamel
A glorious summer day.
The guns had hammered on and on,
Sowing the flinty soil
With seeds of rough iron.
Sterile seeds,
Watered by the blood
Of a Nation's youth,
Spawning only death and mutilation.
A glorious summer day
Eighty years on.
The seeds of iron are harvested
By a new youth,
Excited by their search,
Each find sowing
The seeds of remembrance
In young minds.