The Soldier Artist

by | Feb 19, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

I gazed at the beautiful murals of Plas Newydd,
Remembering the artist, the man that created
Those striking vivid bright scenes.
And then I recalled another such place
Equally vivid, in a much darker setting.

The small fields of the Bockage Country,
Thick hedgerows concealing heavy guns,
Tanks on fire, their crews often burning,
Soldiers rushing, dodging and falling.

Then the sight of this talented man,
A Captain lying dead on the ground!
Those creative hands now lifeless and still,
Never again, no never again to hold a brush!


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