Trench Thoughts

Not of the Christ who came Two thousand years ago; Only the firelight glow In one loved cot I know.

Not of those shepherds old, Watching their flocks by night! But Father, and Kate with a light, Seeing that cows is right.

Not of the Angel song; Peace unto men of Goodwill; Only my brother Bill Dead, and he done no ill!

Not of the Heavenly Host, Bringing tidings of great joy; But my mother’s homely employ, And her prayer, ‘My boy, my boy!’