In memory of

As dusk falls
the hills fade
into rolling
infinity

Down
from the heights
of the chalken
escarpment

Like so many
waves
of armed
humanity

Tumbling
over wire
ditches
in fire

Down
from the heights
to the depths
of oblivion

To the river
flowing
unchangedly
to the sea

The fields
yet yield
a harvest
of iron

The fields
yet hold
those who
were never found

The memorial
starkly stands
high on the
chalken escarpment

The fields gently roll
to the river below
in memory of
those lost at the Somme