In The Trench

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Every night I sleep,
And every night I dream
That I'm strolling with my sheep
By the old stream.

Every morn I wake,
And every morn I stand
And watch the shrapnel break
On the smashed land.

Some night I’ll fall asleep,
And will not wake at dawn.
I'll lie and feed my sheep
On a green lawn.

© Leon Gellert