1918…Sanctuary, Poetry by Terry 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,

Genre: Rhyme, War, Society

1918…Sanctuary by Terry 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.

Terry Hopper 2015
Copy write

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