(1893-1918)
Young and joyful, man of faith
Muse stirred to sing
Lilting songs of love and beauty
Enjoyed afternoon teas on lush lawns
Life sweet, melodious and merry
Promise of future in the Church.
Came call to arms
Country's need for soldiers
Endured Hell in the trenches
Saw things that broke the mind
Ripped soul asunder
On sick leave returned to England.
Back in the trenches
Muse roared against the gore
Despaired at madness of war
Plight of soldiers dying in the mud
Thousands slaughtered
Britain's precious flowers destroyed.
Roaring of eternal flame never tamed feeding forever when flicker low....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If greed and war would stop and peace overwhelm. Very soft tender feelings ingrained in this piece. It's sorrowful for many. Verygood writing.