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Daily Archives: September 13, 2015




Dear Mother, the guns of battle,

Are ringing in my ear,

This letter I am writing,

May be the last I fear,


We are going forward,

To gain some worthless ground,

The gun’s they have started,

They make an awful sound.


There is shrapnel flying everywhere,

My heart is beating fast,

O Mother I have lost so many friends,

Most of them were gassed,


Alone am I the fear has gone,

The noise is far away,

The fear that is within has calmed,

As in the mud I lay.


The pain and the squalor,

Doesn’t hurt anymore,

My part in this battle is over,

For me I have had my war,


I hope and pray the sons of God,

Will always strive for peace,

Never again to kill and maim,

That all wars will cease.


Mother for me this war is over,

This letter I cannot send,

So I gave it to a trusted man,

A comrade and a friend,


God is now my protector,

For he has shown me the light,

No more into battle,

No more will I fight,


For death is just another state,

My spirit has journeyed on,

For I was just another soldier,

Who was killed upon the SOMME?


Malcolm G Bradshaw  


The Trees -Philip Larkin -Famous Poet


The trees are coming into leaf 
Like something almost being said; 
The recent buds relax and spread, 
Their greenness is a kind of grief. 

Is it that they are born again 
And we grow old? No, they die too, 
Their yearly trick of looking new 
Is written down in rings of grain. 

Yet still the unresting castles thresh 
In fullgrown thickness every May. 
Last year is dead, they seem to say, 
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

What's yours?
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