Poetry
by Robert W. Service
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet!
We watched the troops returning, through our tears ...
by Robert W. Service
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will ...
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge ...
by Wilfred Owen
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . .
Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . .
Parable of the Old Men and the Young
by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife ...
by Graybyrd
Gaunt sightless gaze,
Ethnic face erased,
Open mouth gapes,
Wretchedness revealed.
Child spirit concealed,
Eyes beyond imploring ...
Graybyrd Index
This is my work in progress of stories, poetry (mine and also some of Wilfred Owen and Robert Service), commentary, and personal recollections.