Bob Oldfield

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Christmas 1916 - Poem by Bob Oldfield

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
As did those who were injured and dying
Slumped unceremoniously in mud-filled trenches
Craving for the warmth of a home-fire burning
But there was none

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
And fingers, numb of feeling like brittle twigs
Twisted at the end of slowly rotting branches.
Delicate precision lost
Unable to caress or soothe
Now locked and cramped around a trigger

Snow had fallen, snow on snow
A masquerade of beauty.
A whitewashed sepulchre encapsulating bodies
In burial robes which once marched proudly
On summers' days

That it should come to this;
Trees in full prime stripped of life
Youthful buds trodden underfoot
And lost forever in the bleak midwinter
Long ago

Comments about Christmas 1916 by Bob Oldfield

  • (6/13/2007 7:53:00 AM)

    Praise for your beautiful elegy. Only an extraordinary soul could have created it.
    Take care.

    Kind wishes,

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  • (5/27/2007 2:03:00 AM)

    The truth you write of hurts to the core of me....because I can feel their pain, the cold and the horrible light they at that moment in time will hold in their hearts til death does them part...........This is a Thought provoking piece that scares me.
    Well written, truth filled and painful poem that teaches and allows the reader to be there in the warrier shoes while sitting in the safty of their own home.
    Thanx for sharing this piece as it captured so much...SO much.10/10.
    Take care of U
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  • (4/2/2006 4:55:00 PM)

    Bob great poem I just love poems about War / not because I am a war monger it's because I have great feling and pashion about patriotama and social history. What I must tell you is that the Allies and the Hun played football on Christmas Day. I have written a couple of poems on the war check them out when you get time. (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2006 10:15:00 PM)

    a powerful poem
    so sad
    and that's the strength here
    that you give the sadness form
    and the reader feels
    the deaths
    prays for flesh
    long dead
    to be at peace
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 29, 2006

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