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Click photo to play recorded reading I walked along this road again And thought of all the times before - When I was young and life was sweet We never knew the word called “war”.
Sweet blossom hung down from trees We walked together to our school, We played with friends out in the fields, We sailed our boats upon the pool
We grew, we worked, we met our wives And each had children of our own. We brought them up as honest folk - The future was to all unknown.
Such solemn news came on the air We sat and stared and could not speak. Our children went to fight a war And all were lost within a week.
I walked along this road again My heart contained a heavy weight. I thought of all our children lost By human greed, by human hate.
Copyright 2006
* The picture is of my father who fought in WW1 and, luckily, came home.
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