Base upon a chance meeting. And what an old man shared with me.
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 Wordsmith Of Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-04-28 at 21:36
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AN ANGRY BITTER OLD RAMSGATE MAN (WW1 RELATED)
I got to talking to this old manI 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 Wordsmith Of Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 665 times
Written on 2012-04-28 at 21:36
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