War Poem

Thoughts Of A Soldier Going Off To War

The news is full of stories and pictures of WWI soldiers going off to die in the trenches. For those returning after leave at home, it must have been even more terrifying as they knew only too well what to expect, and yet they still went.

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To The War Returning

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Published: December 30, 2018

How blue are the eyes of my darling
And warm are her lips ruby red.
How white are her arms of enchantment
That beckon me into her bed.
How grey are the skies of the dawning
That awaken my senses to pain.
How somber the sense of foreboding
That tortures my fevered brain.
How black is the train of departure
That speeds me away to the wars.
How stupid the bones of contention
That dispense with the mockery of laws.
How red is the blood of my comrades
That mingles with mine in the dust.
How cold is the grave of our fathers
That beckons us down with such lust.

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