Monday, 27 July 2015

All that glitters is not gold



















All that glitters is not gold

Just like enemy tracer rounds
They can hypnotise you as they fly
Seeming to have no sound
Ours are green there’s are yellow
They bounce of rocks and disappear
Writing their name in the black sky
They can fill a soldier with fear
Your shoulder ache as you blast away
Flashes illuminating your mates
Sustained fire to the enemy front
Sending your foe to their fate
Back home in Blighty on Bonfire night
Sends you back thirty years to that hill
Where all that glittered was not gold
Not then for fun more to kill.


© Tony McNally