Treasure Island

Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Poems of Wilfred Owen

21. Elegy in April and September 1/3/2003
22. Exposure 12/31/2002
23. From My Diary, July 1914 4/1/2010
24. Futility 12/31/2002
25. Greater Love 12/31/2002
26. Happiness 1/3/2003
27. Has Your Soul Sipped? 1/3/2003
28. Hospital Barge 1/3/2003
29. Hospital Barge at Cerisy 1/1/2004
30. I Know The Music 1/3/2003
31. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson 1/3/2003
32. Insensibility 12/31/2002
33. Inspection 1/3/2003
34. Le Christianisme 1/3/2003
35. Maundy Thursday 4/1/2010
36. Mental Cases 12/31/2002
37. Miners 1/3/2003
38. Music 1/3/2003
39. My Shy Hand 4/1/2010
40. O World Of Many Worlds 4/1/2010

The Chances

I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,
"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it."
"Ah well," says Jimmy, -- an' 'e's seen some scrappin' --
"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;
Ye get knocked out; else wounded -- bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy."

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