Society Poetry: 1918 Sanctuary by T. Hopper

For as I lay in your embrace,

My breath be shallow..heart doth race

The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum

Fight for country …defeat the Hun

So protected in your cocoon

Daybreak looming behind the moon

Sleep it cowers and it creeps…

Tears of mine ..i gently weep

Not tonight …well not for me …

Safe and sound for that I be

The dark …its cold …a killers friend

The night flame flickers ..Bows and bends

The shadows dance to a pipers tune

As we did …that day in June

The day I marched..with head held high

For king and country ..live or die

Young men together … comrades in fear

Maidens calling hip hip three cheers

The front …the gas ..ahead barbwire…

The stink ..the stench of gods hell fire

Bully beef …and rationed stew ..

.Last letters home from me to you

Dearest sweetheart …love of my life

Dearest mother …precious wife

Signing off with yours devoted …

All my love and sugar coated

Kisses sent ….a thousand score …

Each one delivered when at your door

Just let me live please god I pray …

To see my love ..just one more day

So here we lay …safe and sound …

Hearts entwined …emotions bound

And as the eve does turn to light …

My candle salutes…. its last goodnight.

T.Hopper

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