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August Moon

He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison town,
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love�s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!

She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can�t recall the words he said�
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!

The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut short, before its prime!

By August Moon, the Kaiser conquered Belgium,
and calls went out for men, to fight the war!
This tragic turn of fate, although unwelcome,
his honor made her love him all the more!

Her eyes revealed a trust he could not vex,
he had to rise, and be the man she saw.
He would not disenchant the weaker sex,
he vowed his heart must have the wherewithal!

She watched for his return through all those years,
and no one ever claimed to see her cry.
She promised that she shed her final tears
the last time that they kissed and said goodbye.