The Lady Of The Meadow

The  Lady Of The Meadow long poem

Uploaded by Fiona Jamieson


I was but a soldier in a trench in Northern France
It sat upon a meadow where the lovely poppies danced.
The skies above were cloudless clear a perfect colour blue
And cornflowers on the meadow danced beside the poppies too.

That fateful day, the whistle blew and over the top we went
And twenty thousand soldier boys unto their deaths were sent.
Twenty thousand soldier boys under the skies aglow
And twenty thousand soldier boys did lay on that meadow.

That night I gazed upon the scene and right before my eyes
I thought that I was dreaming, I saw twenty thousand rise.
Twenty thousand soldier boys were rising from the dead
Twenty thousand soldier boys amongst the poppies red.

I saw her in the distance, an angel all in white
And there I saw within her hand she held a shining light.
Then I saw her beckon, and they followed in a line
Those twenty thousand soldier boys were drawn by one divine.

She smiled when she did see me, and told me to return
‘Soldier boy go to your trench, today is not your turn.’
My eyes did gaze in wonder, and then she held my hand
Then under darkened skies led me across no man’s land.

I saw her face of beauty, and with courage I did speak
Oh lady, oh my angel, how can I ever sleep?
She smiled and then she answered, ‘just think of me ‘, she said
‘And when the noise does rage wrap your arms around your head’

I looked upon the angel, and I listened to her words
Her voice so sweet it sounded like flock of singing birds.
At night when came the terrors, that to my dreams did creep
My mind looked for the angel, and then I’d soundly sleep.

Each night I’d scan the meadow, with hope I’d see her there
Gathering up the fallen souls and leading them with care.
I thought I’d like to join them, for in happy voice they sang
Yet upon that bloody meadow a heavy fog did hang.

At that very moment did the angel beckon me
And at that very moment , the bullet I did see.
Time it seemed was frozen as it whizzed and passed me by
And it seemed to me the angel thought that I was not to die.

I asked her why she saved me, and she said twas not my turn
And that once again she bade me, unto the trench return.
I know the angel saved me, though she said that was not true
But I know that its the truth, just as summer skies are blue.

My angels always with me for I see her in my dreams
And I know it’s her who holds me when in nightmares I do scream.
My lady walks the meadow, in the frost or morning dew
And I know if you have faith, you will surely see her too.

I know again I’ll meet her, when she comes to light the way
And I know, for I am certain, I look forward to that day.
The day she stands before me, and says ‘now is your turn
Come with me my soldier boy to the place for which you yearn.’

She smiled and then she held my hand, ‘this is your longest night
Stop beating now your mortal heart and walk into the light.
The light will shine before you, and guide you on your way
The next part of your journey, it does begin today.’

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Fiona Jamieson

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Fiona Jamieson has been writing poetry since childhood and is currently embarking on her first published works. Her current work mixes mythology and fantasy, using the central character of the Goddess Isis. Her latest writing is around the Goddess 'search for wisdom' and we see her meeting some of the great minds of time. She considers the issues of knowledge and wisdom and the past and how this influences current thinking. She illustrates her own poetry. Fiona also writes war poetry.
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