A poem about the Field Gun, that fired the first shot of World war I. Normally on display at Imperial War Museum North, in Trafford, It’s currently on tour around the commonwealth as part of World War I Centenary Celebrations.
It sits in its home
on Parade
its seats as clean as
on the day it were made
Its Armour shines bright
like it looked on day one
but its many a day
its sat in the sun
As it lined up presented
by those men in the ranks
facing the mortars, the mines
and the tanks
As the generals gave order
and it fired the first shell
it started the barrage
and sounded like hell
But now, its retired
Amongst army friends
and teaching those lessons
never really ends
But note as you pass it
as you look back
the hole in its armour
from the enemy attack.
A poem about the Field Gun, that fired the first shot of World war I on display at Imperial War Museum North
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