Clifford Dyment Poems

I found the letter in a cardboard box,
Unfamous history. I read the words.
The ink was frail and brown, the paper dry
After so many years of being kept.
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Midstream they met. Challenger and champion,
They fought a war for honour
Fierce, sharp, but with no honour:
Each had a simple aim and sought it quickly.
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The ducks are clacking by the brook;
The sun is hot, but cool their feathers look.
Ducks do not plan ambitious schemes:
Their commerce is in weeds and streams.
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Through the window to trouble me,
The dazzed moth comes.
It's wings, I see,
Are brown, with black spots along the rims.
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