War - Ww1 - The Last Letter Poem by Paul Warren

When reading what a soldier in the Great War had written
On a day before a battle for his love that he was smitten
He wrote of his longing for her and that he was resigned
To what the fates had in store in the next day if not kind

Did he sit in the trench with the noise all around
And try to write in pencil whilst hugging the ground
Did a tear come when he thought of her to implore
That their last idyllic summer did not last evermore

So he left the letter with a friend and went with his men
And became one of the Great Fallen for England to defend
So quietly she received a telegram at the door
Telling her truly that her love's life was no more

When the letter was received by a love so true
Did she open it straight away to read it all through?
These poignant words of the one who didn't survive
Gave an air of sadness that to her kept him alive?

Was this letter kept as a treasure for all time
To remind her of him and not of death's crime
When the years finally told and she joined him
Was it finally given to us to cherish in history's hymn?

© Paul Warren Poetry