This is the poem mentioned in the previous entry, written by Captain Stedman before his death in August 1916.
A Rondeau
(Written while waiting at a point behind the trenches "Somewhere in France.")
Songbirds of France, whose voices shrill
With hopes of springtime throb and thrill,
Skywards I turn my war-worn ear
Rejoicing sounds of peace to hear
Where armed men assail the hill.
Will nothing cease your happy trill.
Nor roar of engines made to kill
O'erecloud your innocence with fear,
Songbirds of France?
Then may God soon your hopes fulfil,
And end this strife of force and will,
That through your pleasant land so dear
Peace soon shall wipe away the tear
And find you blithely singing still.
Songbirds of France.
Captain P. B. Kirk Stedman (X Ward)
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