Just a boy from Clare! A Remembrance Day Poem

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This is a poem my 13yr old grandson wrote for a school project which @jaboUK asked me to put into a post. Clare is the small Suffolk town, where he attends school, which was voted best war poem by the school,and adopted by the local church for future Remembrance services. Just a boy from Clare Walking on a cold October day, Laughing and joking about the sun of May, How blind we were to see my friend, That our lives and hearts would never mend . You were just a boy from Clare, The ring of gunfire above your brow, The joke is wearing thin, my friend, With every letter home you send. Just a boy from Clare, It is time to go over now, Brothers in arms to honour your vow, Up into no-man’s land. Just a boy from Clare, Your body in the mud, Your mind is freed from the horror my friend, As your bones begin to buckle and bend. Just a boy from Clare? The consequence of war, For ‘King and Country’ you entered the fight So who could ask for more? It could have been me,on our last day out there But the bullet chose you,so 'No more the boy from Clare.'