DiVoran shared a wonderful poem over on Rebekah Lyn Books. I hope you find it as touching as I did. Merry Christmas to each of our bloggser and readers. I hope you are able to spend time with your loved ones. Remember our soldiers both past and present~ Love, Onisha

Dateline Flanders, December 24, 1914
By DiVoran Lites
Cold night, starry night,
Not a solider here in sight.
Trenches dug as deep as graves,
No one stirs, and no one waves.
Suddenly from out the dark
Comes a candle like a spark
Set upon a small pine tree
Lighting bold and shining free.
German sign ‘cross no man’s land
A song rings out, a friendly hand.
Sunrise comes, thus ends the night.
“You don’t fight. We don’t fight.”
Daylight now, they bury dead
Not in trench, but grave instead
Then the boys share gifts of food
In Christmas cheer and kindly mood
And then a bit of playful rest
The touch of Life, a game of zest
Until the Brass Hats get the word
Oh, no, they say, it’s too absurd.
Get back to work and shoot some more
Peacefulness is such a bore.
The Christmas truce comes to an end,
Millions dead before the mend
In the spring red poppies grow
Around the crosses, row on row.
We’ll always have the wars you see,
But Peace has come for you and me.
British and German troops meeting in No man’s land during the unofficial truce (British troops from the Northumberland Hussars, 7th Division, Bridoux-Rouge Banc Sector) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Related articles
- The Christmas Truce (sportheritagereview.com)
- “A Very Peaceful Day”: The Somerset Light Infantry and the Christmas Truce (somersetremembers.wordpress.com)


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