Woodbine Willie Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Woodbine Willie
Woodbine Willie's to see the boys
Handing out cigarettes
Going from soldier to soldier
Bringing God to frightened Tommies.
Whistles blow
Brigade rises from the trench
Rifle and bayonet crossing no-man's land
Each man wondering if he will live or die
Running desperately
Pushing through barbwire towards enemy guns.
Many fall bleeding in the mud
Living screaming for mothers, terrified of dying
Woodbine Willie came
Helping carry wounded back from hell.
A nice poetic imagination, Colin. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
A brave man. First cigarette I ever smoked was a Woodbine, a stolen woodbine! Reminded of them later in Prague when I tried some Czech ciggies. Not great! But the the soldiers' circumstances in the trenches they must have seemed like ten minutes of heaven.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 4:30:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow a world war poem, history brought back to life here, in touching human side to it. Willie was a noble soul then. U rendered it in great freeverse style. Kudos. Pls do leave your thoughts on my latest poem too, titled, 'To stand tall and proud yet to humbly bow'