AIN'T IT GRAND, a poem by Stephen John Morrow, UK from VoicesNet.com

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AIN'T IT GRAND, a poem by Stephen John Morrow, UK

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Stephen John Morrow, UK

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AIN'T IT GRAND

‘AINT IT GRAND
September 15/1915
So it’s off to war!
By they were glad
Singing and whistling a tune every lad
With a swing of their arms and a smile on their lips
And a shine in their eyes
For the gals in white slips
So it’s down to the station
To board for the front
With a hiss and a whistle
A pull and a shunt
Just one last look
With a tear in their eye
We will be home for Christmas
So no need to cry
The Germans can’t shoot straight
Their bullets are rubber
So hold your tears girl
There is no need to blubber

ONE MONTH LATER OCT 15-1915

So we will dig our own trenches
And sleep in the mud
The weather’s quite cold
And the food’s not that good
Sarge blows a whistle
And over we go
One at a time or all in a row
The noise is quite deafening
The bullets whiz by
A strange sort of noise hearing men die
Some they go quickly with not even a whimper
Some take all night caught in the moons
glimmer
Trapped in the wire, trod in the mud
Guts lay beside them leaking life’s blood.
Screams and cry’s they cut through the cold night air
To end your life this way just don’t seem fair

So I lay in my trench hands over my ears
The rain on my face hiding my tears
While somebody’s father somebody’s son
Somebody’s sweetheart
Who’s life’s just begun
Pleads for his mother to stop his pain
And hold him in her arms
Just once again
But she will never hear
Her boys last request
She will never again see his boyish zest
She will never hold him in her arms again
Or ruffle his hair or soothe his pain

‘Whistle Whistle‘
Well there’s no time to day dream
And no time to dither
‘Cause the Sergeant is calling
And so through the mud we must slither
Over the top keep your head down
Try not to trod on those laying down
Past little Jimmy stuck on the fence
This bloody war don’t make any sense
I feel a slight tingle running down my spine
My legs are numb they don’t feel like mine
Its all going dark now
I am feeling quite queer

Feel really tired but mam will soon be here
To tuck me in and ruffle my hair
And tell me a story about ‘Rabbit Brier’
Lights fading fast now
Time to sleep
Good night sweet Jesus
My soul pray you keep

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bgOQGkvDrvhTMy plan has always been to diveoscr a way to freeze time and sleep for a few extra hours every day. No one gets hurt and I'm rested and ready to live it up! I'll let you know if I have any time-freezing breakthroughs.xvYUCXKgSJypHmIe5/17/2012 8:15:55 AM
seema guptacongrates....very touching expressions... regardsIndia4/15/2011 11:16:04 PM
Judith ManchiniCongrats on first place Stephen! This poem is really brilliant! So poignant and heart rendering. You hit it right on with this one. Excellent read! Thanks!USA4/15/2011 4:59:47 PM
Franjo Modlicwhat a moving poem well placed every line tops effort it is a shame there is a word as dredful as war.Australia4/4/2011 5:41:04 AM
Jacinta RamayahThis caught at my heartstrings, I can tell you, Stephen. A worthy winner. You are right - WW1 was the start of a 'bloody war' that 'don't make any sense'.... and humans are still going on at it. For freedom they say .... an excuse I think.Malaysia3/22/2011 2:45:18 AM
Dowell ObaA masterpiece on World War 2. Congratulations Stephen on such skill!Nigeria3/19/2011 6:09:52 AM
Maria Garcia cuervaCongratulations, Stephen!Your poem deserves the first prize.Argentina3/17/2011 9:05:18 PM
Marcia SchechingerCongratulations Stephen for winning first place in the Feb. 2011 poetry contest. You certainly deserve it with this well defined and well constructed emotional verse of the past war. The reader feels every emotion from the hopeful goodbye when going to war to the "trenches" and lastly to the final moments of deaths farewell. Pride and sorrow are deeply felt as one reads this magnificent verse. Thank you and again Congratulations!USA3/17/2011 10:15:24 AM
Gail KayCongratulations Stephen on a deserved win. Such a powerful write...you really touch the heart with this one.Australia3/16/2011 8:15:26 PM
Site MonitorCongratulations!USA3/16/2011 5:27:47 PM
Okolo ChinyereugoYou took me right into the war, you sure know how to do that with words, nice but lugubrious poem, your rhymes OMG... Nigeria3/16/2011 2:21:27 AM
Linda Bates TerrellMy what a sad but wonderful write. I am moved by it as you must have been too while writing it. It is good! Thank you and may I give you Congratulations on this, as you did really a great job. USA3/15/2011 11:21:44 PM
Marvenea RainwaterStephen, this was quite a fascinating poem about World War I ...I really enjoyed this very much!!! Thanks for sharing it with us. Sincerely, MarVenea R.2/3/2011 8:58:04 PM
 

 
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