Nick's Poetry - Up The Blue 1942

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UP THE BLUE 1942

He lay beside the wheel tracks
That marked the desert sands
A mother’s son from England
With ‘tradition’ on his hands.

He hadn’t fought for glory
Or flags of any hue
But just because he figured
It was what he had to do.

Now he’s here in all this silence
A part of it for good
Enriching the desert
With his honest English blood.

But don’t wipe your eye for Tommy
’Cause he’d smile like all the rest
And tell you what he’d wanted
(Had he made a last request)

Was “For folks to keep on trying
And striving for the goal
That would stop all this ’ere scrapping
And keep us off the dole”.

Well we finished up the scrapping
So now let’s make a start
And not forget young Tommy
Or his Mother’s broken heart.