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| Posted by: Camac 10-Nov-2008, 08:22 AM |
| I posted this first in Rememberance Day/Veterans but reworked it , I hope for the better. He came from Out of nowhere A Spectre in the dusk The Battle Dress he wore Was tattered, torn And frayed The mud smeared Kilt It's Tartan lost Beneath the dirt and blood Swayed in rhythm with Each step of his Boot shod feet The bulging pack Upon his back Was sixty pounds At least And on his head His Tommy Hat Scarred and dented in Sat low across the forehead Shading the face within At the port his Enfield Carried, bayonet tip agleam The hobs struck sparks On Coble stones, his body Forward leaned On down the road He trod from sight Fading in the mist And on that road Just down the way A Cemetery is And to one stone Amongst the rest A muddy track did lead And on that stone A Maple Leaf with Words inscribed below "A Soldier of The Great War" Here lies a gallant soul. "LEST WE FORGET" |
| Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 10-Nov-2008, 05:37 PM |
| Camac this is a very touching tribute to the scottish soldier. One can close eyes and see the spectre walk in the mist in all his glory. As I read your poem I'm listening to a CD and the tune that's playing is call "The Mist covered mountains"...oddly appropriate for your poem. Thank you my dear friend, keep writing for my eyes to read. LOA  |