For Those Left Behind
(1946)
Walking in Sailor Fields amongst the nettles
picking blackberries, the brambles
cut deep savage the mind.
Yet the bowl to be filled the jam
to be boiled the bread of hope
to be flavoursome, while the innocence
of it all enhanced by the beauty of the place.
The Village shimmers in idyllic peace,
while each evening from the east the veil of night
chases the setting sun, bequeaths it’s
heavenly sequin blanket soon to lovingly
cloak God’s very own.
Life had not changed all that much
in the place, except the men had returned
leaving their memories over yonder,
while some stayed away their bones to lie
within ‘Alien Soil’
Alas the hurt does not diminish,
for those left behind walking in Sailor Fields
amongst the nettles picking blackberries!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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