Treasure Island

Paul Lionel Wilson


Anti War


The house is crumbling into decay
and years and years are dying away
The little child that lies in bed
so sweet but dead
The old man sits and pounds his head
to the dull boom, boom of the gun
That's tended by his son

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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I wrote this poem as a schoolboy in 1964. It was published in the school magazine, it has stayed with me as a memory of days in Yorkshire as a boy. I dedicated it to my father who was in the R A F. He died when I was seven, but the smell of his pipe, his old tweed jacket like the poem still linger.

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  • Akhtar Jawad (3/30/2014 4:51:00 AM)

    An impressive poem, increasing hatred for war and love for peace. Peace which is still a dream. (Report) Reply

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