Standing at the crease, the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
And there, the steeple is sharp against the blue

When I think of you, Sam and Andy, Jack and John, Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron, Harry, Stephen, Will and Don, Matthew, Michael…
On and on

We will remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to Autumn yields a haze of smoke across the fields
Let us sup and fight another round
And there, we walk the stubbled ground

When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day
When the vicar comes to say, “May God bless them everyone, lest we forget our sons”