Uncle Perce's Poem

 

Dating Site

 

Saturday January 31, 2009 04:55:42 PM

A Memory

Written several years after the war.

 

The flautist played:  and music, sweet and low,

With soft caresses old-time memories woke,

And long past scenes from bond of lethe broke.

And I behold red poppies all aglow

Like fiery mantle drape the earth below:

I heard a heaven-rendering sound that broke

The still of dawn, while sable clouds of smoke

Plunged dark and reeking round a scene of woe

          

Men cower trembling in a shattered trench,

Unnerved with noise and blood and foul smoke-gust,

Brains frenzied reel: stark hands in death-throes clench

The whole creation's blasted into dust.

Hell's fury falls on shuddering Pozières.

 

 

I was born on Uncle Perce's birthday so I always felt close to him.

  And we walked over Mont St Quentin and Elsa Trench there also