White Feather Poem by Tom Allport
White Feather
The raw recruits
Where sent to France
For the first seven days
They helped dig a trench
Pal by Pal
They stood together
Brothers in arms
With no white feather
All of them
Giving their all
Are ready to fight
To the very last man.
Your poem initiated much contemplation for me. I thought about the montrosities of war and brave men fighting for our freedom. I also thought about how frightened I am about violence and and could see myself holding a white feather: (
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4/18/2024 8:02:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Those gallant men who went to the battlefield with no protection on their side fought bravely unto death! The young and inexperienced men who had just reached the threshold of life were battered cruelly by their enemies! We should bow down and kiss the ground where they fell dead as they fought for all of us! A great, teary tribute to the fallen victims!