Indie Scribe Magazine March 2014 | Page 47

I stood beside my comrades,

Friends in a rain drenched hell,

One by one they stood so proud

And one by one they fell.

I was scared when the order came,

We were told to 'go over the top',

"Run boy, run boy, run boy!"

I kept running and couldn't stop.

I was told about the barbed wire,

And those flares that lit the sky,

But I could only remember home

And thinking I was going to die.

The bullet that had my name on

Whistled before it hit my head,

The same tune that kept me alive

I will sing now that I am dead.

The fife and drums are now silent,

Tell Scotland that I was brave,

Tell my father that I ran and ran

Away from this unmarked grave.