January 2012
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A Sussex soldier's haunting poem
This poem was written in an officer’s notebook half an hour before an attack on the Somme Front on 2 December 1915. It isn’t the world’s best poetry; but the last two lines make me cry every time I read them.
I can’t forget the lane that runs from Steyning to the Ring
In summertime, and the Downs how larks and linnets sing
High in the sun. The wind comes off...
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