EDGEHILL DAY
A year ago this Autumn night
on battleground we camped
where Roundheads and their Royalist foe
midst cries of war had stamped
And so it was in peace
We pitched our tent of forest green
upon a turf once drenched in blood
once ghastly, now serene
Yet locals swear and legend speaks
that on this blasted stage
a battle born of yesteryear
does to this day still rage
Some hear the savage clash of steel
the groans of dying men
some see Prince Rupert's Cavalry
rise up and charge again
Now we heard not a flicker
for mead had laid us low
dejection never played a part
at least we'd had a go
The ghosts of war are fighting
brave spectres join the fray
as lovingly I wish my girl
a Happy Edge Hill day
©Henry Birtles