The Trench That Fritz Built

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Title:     The Trench That Fritz Built
Author: Abner Cosens [More Titles by Cosens]

This is the trench that Fritz built.

This is the Hun who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is the gun that killed the Hun who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is the farmer's only son, who mans the gun that killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is the farmer, weary and worn, who raised the son, who mans the gun, that killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is she, who in youth's bright morn, was wed to the man, now weary and worn, 'tis she to whom the son was born, who in front of the battle, all tattered and torn, still mans the gun that killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is the slacker, all shaven and shorn, who drives a car with a tooting horn, and laughs at the farmer weary and worn, and his wife at work in the early morn, hoeing potatoes and beets and corn, because the son, who to them was born, is in front of the battle, all tattered and torn, still manning the gun that killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that Fritz built.

This is the maid who treats with scorn the shifty slacker, all shaven and shorn, and his shining car with the tooting horn, but honors the farmer weary and worn, and his wife who helps him hoe the corn, and milk the cows in the early morn, for she loves the son who to them was born, who in front of the battle all tattered and torn, still mans the gun that killed the Hun, who lay in the trench that Fritz built!

[The end]
Abner Cosens's poem: Trench That Fritz Built

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