Douglas Gird

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To A Nightingale

I was born in a soulless heart of a city:
Where mean streets wander in grey confusion.
I've watched men struggle without any pity
Or felt the need to help any man -
It was dog eat dog in my neighborhood,
No farmstead, bower or country lane,
No beast or bird or churchyard stood
To hide the shame of my own backyard.

Life had no beauty, but fear and sweat.
We held the line at the outermost ring,
And all about us was death and defeat.
We held the line as the others poured through
For a place on the crowded Dunkirk beach.
Their only thought ...

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