You were waiting for me
4 magpies chattered
fleeing from the blue fir tree
where the ice was shattered.
Frost dimmed green pastures
painted all with the same cold brush
as we passed soldiers graves
driven from Amiens and still shivering
under the cold earth.
Memorials of Englishmen
'Richard, 19, 20 October 1918
My eyes turn towards the valley
hedgrows, lakes an old ruined castle
a sharp sun hangs low
And you are there to meet me
my avenue of trees
with your copper blanket
keeping the earth warm.
the sun's eye, like those in a portrait
follows me
the bells are ringing over a darkened well.
what is it they wish to tell?
L, Ivison 20225 copyright
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