by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

My dreams are of a field afar
Language: English 
My dreams are of a field afar
  And blood and smoke and shot.
There in their graves my comrades are,
  In my grave I am not.

I too was taught the trade of man
  And spelt the lesson plain;
But they, when I forgot and ran,
  Remembered and remain.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-13
Line count: 8
Word count: 49