In Preston Park
Relic of the Battle
of Cambrai.
Its rusty treads loom over,
Threatening.
I play with Army buttons,
Unwind some tattered puttees.
On corners of the shopping streets
The blind and maimed
Are selling matches.
Some veterans march.
A brass band plays
And Mother sighs and says
Before the Marne ,
Before the Somme ,
She watched the boys in khaki
March away.
By Irene Snatt.
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