READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press, of Friday, January 17

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This week’s poem, a refelction on World War One, is called A Hundred Years Ago and is by Jon Mecham.

In a corner of a foreign field

I lie in my solitude

Yet surrounded by comrade and adversary

I’m in good company

Above, a tractor ploughs

Seagulls follow

Other tractors sow

Winter wheat and sugar beet

I died here a hundred years ago

We were naive

And innocent

Driven by pride

Ignited by rhetoric

New found comradeship

A great adventure

Our country needed us

Brought together in unity

In unity we fell

A hundred years ago

The wind whistles through the corn

That sways in summer breeze

Carrying echoes of four hundred seasons

And field guns, long since quiet

Now, a new barrage breaks the silence

A motorway, supplies a constant rumble

And closer, an inter-city train

Brings a regular ‘whoosh ’ in each direction

Long gone, the farmer on his bicycle

On his way to the village

Or is it a town now?

Re-built after obliteration

A hundred years ago

We were lovers

Making our promises for my return

Local church bells remind me of what could have been

Occasional laughter from across the fields

Floats here in the wind

The children we never made

Our plans on hold

Our love unfulfilled

I died here, a virgin

A hundred years ago

Jon Mecham