Somewhere in France [poem, 6 April 1917]

[Editor: A poem published in The Eltham and Whittlesea Shires Advertiser and Diamond Creek Valley Advocate, 6 April 1917.]

Somewhere in France.

(Composed by Private F. Mills).

Somewhere in France, dear mother,
Far away over the sea,
Your soldier boy is fighting,
To save his country.

Down where the trenches are filled with mud,
There midst the frost and snow,
Together with faithful comrades,
He is facing the fearful foe.

Though the fight be long and weary,
Our soldier boy ne’er tires,
He is fighting ever bravely onward
For the prize he most desires.

And when relieved from strenuous duty,
To go back for a spell,
His thoughts fly, always homewards,
To the ones he loves so well.

And he longs and waits for the day to come,
When peace shall be declared,
That he be able to return once more
To the place where he was reared.

Ah ! those then shall be happy days,
When all the world’s at peace,
And everyone can happy be
And live in quiet and rest.



Source:
The Eltham and Whittlesea Shires Advertiser and Diamond Creek Valley Advocate (Evelyn, Vic.), Friday 6 April 1917, page 3

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