Demobbed 1918

bailieman on Dec 1, 2009

A soldier’s return.

Dawn mist gently hugs the land

White, softly illuminated

by spearing rays of sun.

In the distance

muffled scrape

steel rimmed wheels.

He returns

her beloved husband.

Letters written

urgent strong strokes first

weak, illegible later.

He draws near

wane smile a grey apparition.

Her love

her life.

She dreamt home coming

dreamt happiness

dreamt his dead eyes

would shine again

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Comments (12)

Themax on Dec 2, 2009
That\’s a beautiful poem,Thank you
Tommy Tompkins on Dec 3, 2009
Great writing. I loved it.
Lady Sunshine on Dec 4, 2009
Loved the imagery.
mkd1788 on Dec 5, 2009
nicely expressed…great work
Christine Ramsay on Dec 8, 2009
A vivid description. I should have thought many can relate to this, even today. Well done.

Christine
Patrick Regoniel on Dec 9, 2009
Nicely done. Thanks!
Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Dec 11, 2009
Nicely done.
ken bultman on Dec 11, 2009
It’s still happening. I guess it will never end. You described in well.
Ruby Hawk on Dec 14, 2009
The saddest thing in the world our boys have to go through this war. It’s a horror.
ladydryle on Dec 21, 2009
yeah I agree with ruby… sad but that’s the truth..
qasimdharamsy on Jan 3, 2010
well written….
yes me on Feb 15, 2010
Touching look back at that time….
an other great share Willie

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