Classic Poem

Soldier, what do you see,
Lying so cold and still?
Fallowfield Fell at dawn
And the heather upon the hill.

Soldier, what do you see,
Lying so still and cold?
Fallowfield Fell at noon
And the whin like burning gold.

Soldier, what do you see,
Lying so cold and still?
Fallowfield Fell at night
And the stars above the hill.