A LAMENT FROM THE TRENCHES
A LAMENT FROM THE TRENCHES . I wish the sea was not so wide that parts me from my love: I wish the things men do below were known to God above. I wish that I were back again in the glens of Donegal – They’ll call me […]
POIGNANT POETRY OF WORLD WAR I
GERMAN PRISONERS OF WAR . When first I saw you in the curious street, Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey, My mad impulse was all to smite and slay To spit upon you, tread you ‘neath my feet. But when I saw how each sad soul […]
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