North Hill - in tracks of tanks

 

In days now gone the tanks did roar

Preparing for another shore

To land, to fight a German foe

It really was so long ago.

 

The tracks did bite the moorland grass

And concrete covered tracks and seeds

In Nissans built amongst the trees

The soldiers slept and dreamt of deeds

 

To fight, to die, to challenge, win

Some think it was a mortal sin

But now it’s peace and EUs gone

And  you can hear the moorland song

 

Big Guns did fire and bullets whined

Now cattle roam and springtime skies

Rise over hills and beacons tall

But we should not forget them all

 

They gave their time and some all they had

Remember this when next time you sit

Or roam and hike on North Hills side

Of tanks and tracks and other bits

 

Of holes and bumps, the hidden places

Maybe occasional imagined faces

Of all the things this place could tell

From peaceful moor to bloody hell!

 

Ron Blundell

May 2021