Base upon a chance meeting. And what an old man shared with me.


I got to talking to this old man

I met in old Ramsgate town

How I do recall the how

The why fores

Found talking about world war one

His brother had been killed somewhere

In France

His mum received a telegram from the war office

Informing her of the death of her son

She fell to the floor with shock

Wept her biter mother tears

Not longer affter receiving the

Telegram informing her of her sons death

In the post a letter arivde telling her the price

Of the army blanket he had been buried in

And she send the money to the army

By return of post

Now mum got mad replasde her her ragging grieving

A ragging anger , that was never spent

The mother refused to pay the army fore her sons shroud

An anger his brother kept a live burning with in him

I think by telling me sharing that day with me

Some of that anger had let go off a little steam

I offtan saw him pushing his cycle by then

Age restricted his riding so he pushed his bicycle

I saw him lost in thought

I know what he was thinking remembering

The lose in world war one

Ken D Williams The Dyslexic Poet

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Written on 2012-04-28 at 21:36

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Soup in the Sand
Doleful write, the war still living on within this man, through the bitterness, the anger, the outrage- the bitter reality of such loss, and lack of control, helplessness and pain of war. I love this very much. Beautiful gentle tone to the piece, excellent narrative.

Obviously cruelty and callous disregard for life were not limited to the fields of battle. There are lines in "In Flanders Field" that come to mind:

"If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep . . ."

Perhaps they do not.