(A poem for

Remembrance Day)

They lay in the trenches

Where is their gain

Death, destruction, fear and pain.

Anguish, confusion and lies

A need for saviour

To heal their lives.

Subdued by the pressure

Of every souls thoughts

Imprisoned in danger, in turmoil distraught!

A comrade to fear with

Tears they share.

Dear Lord, please protect us

Is there anyone there?

Bob Lowe,