WW1 POEM don't understand it!?

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It's by Richard Aldington a WW1 poet.

Field Manoeuvers

The long autumn grass under my body
Soaks my clothes with its dew;
Where my knees press into the ground
I can feel the damp earth

In my nostrils is the smell of crushed grass,
Wet pine-cones and bark

Through the great bronze pine trunks
Glitters a silver segment of road
Interminable squadrons of silver and blue horses
Pace in long ranks the blank fields of heaven

There is no sound;
The wind hisses gently through the pine needles;
The flutter of a finch's wings about my head
Is like a distant thunder;
And the shrill cry of a mosquito
Sounds loud and close.

I am 'to fire at the enemy column
After it has passes'-
But my obselete rifle, loaded with 'blank',
Lies untouched before me,
My spirit follows after the gliding clouds,
And my lips murmur of the mother of beauty
Standing breast-high, in golden broom
Among the blue pine-woods!


i really don't understand it and have an essay in for tomorrow on it. I think he is laying on the ground trying to take the enemy soldiers out but i don't know. i especially do not understand the last bit.
 
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