Post by Administrator on Nov 7, 2020 8:13:23 GMT
THE BUGLER
Our Bill played the bugle, our Bill played `Last Post`,
Bill came through the `Great War` - luckier than most,
Lance Corporal William Turner - his proper name you see,
Fought there in the trenches with Highland Infantry.
Playing over battlefields on sodden mud landscapes,
He sounded off at burials - frequently his mates,
Bill was knocked about a bit, by one exploding shell,
The same that killed his General - so played at his as well,
Later on in `83 he returned nearby once more,
Bringing back his bugle - the one he played before,
Standing at the cemeteries with tearful shining eyes,
He paid respect to colleagues - his battalion guys.
Now this year his Daughter - Peggy Tolfree came,
With her Dad’s old bugle, turning out again,
To visit battle graveyards and the Menin Gate,
Where you’ll hear the `Last Post` for men who met their fate.
There is a certain romance between a Bugler’s call,
And a stirring memory that people may recall,
A rallying cry or death knell - whatever it may be,
It’s men like William Turner that bring it home to me.
Nov. `04
Joe Earl
Our Bill played the bugle, our Bill played `Last Post`,
Bill came through the `Great War` - luckier than most,
Lance Corporal William Turner - his proper name you see,
Fought there in the trenches with Highland Infantry.
Playing over battlefields on sodden mud landscapes,
He sounded off at burials - frequently his mates,
Bill was knocked about a bit, by one exploding shell,
The same that killed his General - so played at his as well,
Later on in `83 he returned nearby once more,
Bringing back his bugle - the one he played before,
Standing at the cemeteries with tearful shining eyes,
He paid respect to colleagues - his battalion guys.
Now this year his Daughter - Peggy Tolfree came,
With her Dad’s old bugle, turning out again,
To visit battle graveyards and the Menin Gate,
Where you’ll hear the `Last Post` for men who met their fate.
There is a certain romance between a Bugler’s call,
And a stirring memory that people may recall,
A rallying cry or death knell - whatever it may be,
It’s men like William Turner that bring it home to me.
Nov. `04
Joe Earl