Requiem for the croppies The pockets of our greatcoats full of - TopicsExpress



          

Requiem for the croppies The pockets of our greatcoats full of barrly. No kitchens on the run,no striking camp,we moved quick and sudden in our own country. The prist lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching........on the hike..........We found new tactics happening each day:we would cut throught reins and rider with pike and stampede cattle into infantry,then retreat throught hedges where cavalry must be throwen. Untill......on vinegar hill......the final concave. Terraced thousands died,shaking scythes at cannon. The hillside blushed,soaked in our brokren wave. They buried us without shroud or coffen and in August.....the barley grew up out of our grave.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 13:58:19 +0000

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