World War 1 Poem

Love and Death


Beats a heart that’s soft and warm.

The darkness crumbles away.

With bombs and guns and battle gear.

To rain immortal darkness

Then I remember, my heart grew cold.


The gentle speaking of the windy weather,

The dark air sparks with fire,

The air is loud with death,

And in the air Death moans and sings.

Death sits at the table,

And the night shall fold him in soft wings.


Live bombs to lob

We lie all sorts of ways

Broken bodies slowly healed

When it is peace, then we may view again

Swift to mirth.


Striving evermore

A gathered radiance.

Still bravely singing,

The darkness crumbles away.

Rustic houses in the distance

In our hearts if hearts believing

England mourns for her dead across the sea.


Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance

Came home with a missing limb; that didn’t seem to worry him.

That night my young love lay in my arms.

The grass is walking in the ground.

Blood’s the only coloured thing

All this has ended.


By Sycamore Class

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