John Sydney Cartwright Poems

Who were these men?
What are they to me,
These eight young men who died
In a land across the sea?
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Into my eyes the short dark shard
Of every shiny shaft thrusts through:
Keratin's creeping harvest hard
Renders bright the yeoman true.
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The bright white light, yellow,
Skids along the pavement, shallow,
Path of sunlight, brief and slim,
Tumbles through autumnal dim.
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Celebrate. Celebrate?
How best the way to celebrate?

Read and learn, self-educate,
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I don't understand
Why some creatures on land
Get such of a thrill
From making a kill
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