This is a long poem/story , I hope the readers will indulge me. It is my reply to the Rudyard Kipling poem I posted to 'The Bay'. Though I think the few lines of Kipling him self are the best response. At the end of my poem/story.
Was in the garden , sleeping ,
So he did not see what ,
Was a coming
The sun shone bright,
Blinding him to reality ,
He wrote of the empire ,
On witch the sun would never set ,
Of daring do ,
The sun went behind a dark cloud ,
All was in total darkness ,
As Rudyard wrote in his poetry ,
Of how the sun would never set over the British Empire ,
He wrote of heroes fighting fore that British empire ,
Dying when need be , for the greater good ,
The sun behind a cloud slipped ,
Dark cloud's of war filled the sky , all over Europe ,
The Hun had invaded gallant little Belgium ,
The British empire was ready , as were not the British people ,
The dye was cast , the B E F , set out across the English channel ,
The battles were hard , the casualty's high ,
Local papers full of grainy photos of those who had died ,
Sons , fathers , dads , husbands , brothers , uncle's ,
All young , oh so bloody young ,
The war would be over by Christmas the paper said ,
The young men hurried to join the colors ,
Fight fore God , king and country , they were told ,
Kipling had a son , his name , John , known as , Jack ,
His only loving son ,
His only child ,
Now Jack was young , keen , young man , full of bravado ,
He'd read his fathers work believed his fathers evrey word ,
The courage of one so young , he was 18 ,
His eye sight was very pore with out his glasses
He could not see , blind as a bat ,
His hand he could not see , if it was touching his nose!
The navy told young Jack, ''no , young man , we can not take , you ,
You've failed the eye test'' ,
Young , Jack , was down cast , he went home to his
Mother and father ,
His mother was happy her son had been rejected ,
This she never showed , of course ,
'' Wears father?'' , Jack asked ,
''In the library , Jack rushed to talk to his father ,''father , father '' ,
'' carom , down , Jack ''
'' What's wrong? '' , Kipling , the father asked, his son ,
''The navy wont take me , father!!'' ,
Jack , said with tears in his eyes ,
'' What am I to do'' ,
'' Chiles , Rupert , Berty , too , all joined up '' ,
'' Steady boy '' , '' I'll see what I can do ''
He told his son ,
''Now run a long , leave it with me , Jack '' ,
Kipling the father over the following days ,
Pulled some strings , called in a few favors ,
And , Jack was in!
He joined the colors , gazetted to the guard's!
He was duly posted to France , with his regiment ,
Jack was sent to Loose with his platoon ,
An attack had been planed , against the Germans ,
They were ready for the battle , well dug in ,
Barbwire coved the ground in front,
As the dawn broke , Jack , stood with his men ,
Jack was nervous , his first battle awaited him ,
He tried to load his Webbly , he dropped the bullet'' ,
His batman , his servant , saw , he smiled ,
'' that's all right , sir '' '' it's chilly this morning aint it , sir '' ,
''let me , begging your pardon , sir '',
'' I should of got your gloves ,sir '',
The batman duly picked up the dropped bullet ,
And finished loading the webbly ,
'' Thank you , Smith '' , thanked , Jack ,
''Think nothing of it , sir '' ,
The N C O's , address the gathered men ,
'' Right you lot , fix bayonets '' , 18 inches of sharpened ,
Sheffield steal , now affix to the short Lee-Enfield ,
'' No dodering , no stopping , if your pale is wounded , KEEP GOING ,
FORWARD! ''
The shrill calls of officers whistles now filled the trench ,
Jack was almost late putting his to his lips ,
Jack , stood in front of his men , Jack , was younger than ,
Most of them he was to lead in to battle that day,
Jack climbed the trench ladder , Jack was now scared ,
He wet him self , and he hoped no one had noticed ,
But unknown to , Jack , he was not the only one who had ,
A stench could be smelt , some had indeed had shit them
self's ,
'' Ready men? '' and over the top they all went , Jack led
His men ,
Jack , had crosst a few yards , men fell all around him ,
Crying out in there agganey and pain ,
Jacks speticals sliped on to his nose , he could not see a thing ,
He tried to push back to cover his eyes ,
A bullet grazed his hand , knocking his glasses off ,
They landed on the ground , a soldier ran past trod on them ,
They lay broken ,
Jack , was now blind , he staggered on to wards the enemy ,
Jack was hit in the legs , down he went , a long with so many
More ,
He cried out in pain , just one voice in the chorus line of the
Dying ,
As the battle raged on all around Jack ,
No came looking for pore dying Jack ,
As Jack lay dyeing slowly , he cried out fore his mother ,
He died , his body lost it's flesh , it roted a way , his body
One of 15,000 dead at the battle of Loose,
His father and mother received the news ,
'' Second lieutenant John Kipling is missing believed killed in action'' ,
Father and mother devastated never got over , Johns death ,
They had no grave to visit , lays poppy's upon ,
Their son lay in no know known grave , his body rotted away,
His skeletal remains blown in to smithereens , dust ,
His father searched the hospitals in the vain hope ,
Jack had lost his memory ,
But he never did find his son John dead or a live ,
Years later , Kipling was to write:
'' If ask us why we died , tell them'' ,
'' Because our fathers lied ''.
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The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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THE COURSE OF THE PATRIOT WRITER! KIPLING!
Rudyard Kipling ,Was in the garden , sleeping ,
So he did not see what ,
Was a coming
The sun shone bright,
Blinding him to reality ,
He wrote of the empire ,
On witch the sun would never set ,
Of daring do ,
The sun went behind a dark cloud ,
All was in total darkness ,
As Rudyard wrote in his poetry ,
Of how the sun would never set over the British Empire ,
He wrote of heroes fighting fore that British empire ,
Dying when need be , for the greater good ,
The sun behind a cloud slipped ,
Dark cloud's of war filled the sky , all over Europe ,
The Hun had invaded gallant little Belgium ,
The British empire was ready , as were not the British people ,
The dye was cast , the B E F , set out across the English channel ,
The battles were hard , the casualty's high ,
Local papers full of grainy photos of those who had died ,
Sons , fathers , dads , husbands , brothers , uncle's ,
All young , oh so bloody young ,
The war would be over by Christmas the paper said ,
The young men hurried to join the colors ,
Fight fore God , king and country , they were told ,
Kipling had a son , his name , John , known as , Jack ,
His only loving son ,
His only child ,
Now Jack was young , keen , young man , full of bravado ,
He'd read his fathers work believed his fathers evrey word ,
The courage of one so young , he was 18 ,
His eye sight was very pore with out his glasses
He could not see , blind as a bat ,
His hand he could not see , if it was touching his nose!
The navy told young Jack, ''no , young man , we can not take , you ,
You've failed the eye test'' ,
Young , Jack , was down cast , he went home to his
Mother and father ,
His mother was happy her son had been rejected ,
This she never showed , of course ,
'' Wears father?'' , Jack asked ,
''In the library , Jack rushed to talk to his father ,''father , father '' ,
'' carom , down , Jack ''
'' What's wrong? '' , Kipling , the father asked, his son ,
''The navy wont take me , father!!'' ,
Jack , said with tears in his eyes ,
'' What am I to do'' ,
'' Chiles , Rupert , Berty , too , all joined up '' ,
'' Steady boy '' , '' I'll see what I can do ''
He told his son ,
''Now run a long , leave it with me , Jack '' ,
Kipling the father over the following days ,
Pulled some strings , called in a few favors ,
And , Jack was in!
He joined the colors , gazetted to the guard's!
He was duly posted to France , with his regiment ,
Jack was sent to Loose with his platoon ,
An attack had been planed , against the Germans ,
They were ready for the battle , well dug in ,
Barbwire coved the ground in front,
As the dawn broke , Jack , stood with his men ,
Jack was nervous , his first battle awaited him ,
He tried to load his Webbly , he dropped the bullet'' ,
His batman , his servant , saw , he smiled ,
'' that's all right , sir '' '' it's chilly this morning aint it , sir '' ,
''let me , begging your pardon , sir '',
'' I should of got your gloves ,sir '',
The batman duly picked up the dropped bullet ,
And finished loading the webbly ,
'' Thank you , Smith '' , thanked , Jack ,
''Think nothing of it , sir '' ,
The N C O's , address the gathered men ,
'' Right you lot , fix bayonets '' , 18 inches of sharpened ,
Sheffield steal , now affix to the short Lee-Enfield ,
'' No dodering , no stopping , if your pale is wounded , KEEP GOING ,
FORWARD! ''
The shrill calls of officers whistles now filled the trench ,
Jack was almost late putting his to his lips ,
Jack , stood in front of his men , Jack , was younger than ,
Most of them he was to lead in to battle that day,
Jack climbed the trench ladder , Jack was now scared ,
He wet him self , and he hoped no one had noticed ,
But unknown to , Jack , he was not the only one who had ,
A stench could be smelt , some had indeed had shit them
self's ,
'' Ready men? '' and over the top they all went , Jack led
His men ,
Jack , had crosst a few yards , men fell all around him ,
Crying out in there agganey and pain ,
Jacks speticals sliped on to his nose , he could not see a thing ,
He tried to push back to cover his eyes ,
A bullet grazed his hand , knocking his glasses off ,
They landed on the ground , a soldier ran past trod on them ,
They lay broken ,
Jack , was now blind , he staggered on to wards the enemy ,
Jack was hit in the legs , down he went , a long with so many
More ,
He cried out in pain , just one voice in the chorus line of the
Dying ,
As the battle raged on all around Jack ,
No came looking for pore dying Jack ,
As Jack lay dyeing slowly , he cried out fore his mother ,
He died , his body lost it's flesh , it roted a way , his body
One of 15,000 dead at the battle of Loose,
His father and mother received the news ,
'' Second lieutenant John Kipling is missing believed killed in action'' ,
Father and mother devastated never got over , Johns death ,
They had no grave to visit , lays poppy's upon ,
Their son lay in no know known grave , his body rotted away,
His skeletal remains blown in to smithereens , dust ,
His father searched the hospitals in the vain hope ,
Jack had lost his memory ,
But he never did find his son John dead or a live ,
Years later , Kipling was to write:
'' If ask us why we died , tell them'' ,
'' Because our fathers lied ''.
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-08-28 at 22:49
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