LOST in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and spouting crash, -- each instant lit When gloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes Heavily, blindly on. And, while he blunders, 'Could anything be worse than this?' -- he wonders, Remembering how he saw those Germans run, Screaming for mercy among the stumps of trees: Green-faced, they dodged and darted: there was one Livid with terror, clutching at his knees... Our chaps were sticking 'em like pigs ... 'O hell!' He thought -- 'there's things in war one dare not tell Poor father sitting safe at home, who reads Of dying heroes and their deathless deeds.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP |