Telegraph Operator WW 2

At dawn an old man and his dog
Arrive at the village meadow

The little black and white dog
Does his daily romp in tall grass

The Telegraph Operator walks the meadow
To pick fresh mushrooms from heavy dew 

When his osier-woven basket is full
He whistles, the dog follows 

He returns to the Telegraph Office
To bring in messages for the village. 

The dog finds his mat to dream
The operator must deliver 

A message just received
To a father "SON KILLED IN ACTION" 

By Hazel Ross