A true encounter I was fortunate to have had.
I sat down to roll a cigarette
The day was worm , positively hot , strange weather
This time of year
I was in the city , trawling , the charity shops for books
When a man I'd never met before , probably never meet again
Came up and told be of a cheep tobacco at some large store
He said , he could see I rolled my own
And just had to let me know
I was sat on a bench , enjoying a rest from my labors , of trawling
He showed me some DVDs , he'd got at a barman price
One thing let to another , I recompensed some good , little
Known films , one I was about to recommend , was a New Zealand
Film , about conscientious objectors in New Zealand , world war one
At the mention of conscientious objectors of world war one
Pushed a buton in the mind of the unknown man I was talking to
Though , he needed to talk , and need my ears to listen to him
He told me of his grandfather , a farmer at the time of The War
His grandfather , objected to The War , and made it known
The village , objected to his objection , and made it known to him
They the village , turned right against him , never talked him
Woman , chilldren , went up to him gave him white feathers
Even affter the war was over no one spoke to him
Sent him to Coventry , as we Brits call it , bycoted him , big time
It proved to much for the man to take to take , his mind cracked
He turned to drink , took it out on his family , became a nasty minded man
I said , good words about the mans grandfather , I wasted my words
After told me of what his grandfather was like affter that war
You have read , just how bad he became
He'd maybe be diagnose to day as suffering from PTSD , you may well think now
The man talking to me had little good to say about his grandfather
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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THE CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTOR AND HIS P.T.S (WORLD WAR ONE)
The other week I went to Canterbury , me nearest cityI sat down to roll a cigarette
The day was worm , positively hot , strange weather
This time of year
I was in the city , trawling , the charity shops for books
When a man I'd never met before , probably never meet again
Came up and told be of a cheep tobacco at some large store
He said , he could see I rolled my own
And just had to let me know
I was sat on a bench , enjoying a rest from my labors , of trawling
He showed me some DVDs , he'd got at a barman price
One thing let to another , I recompensed some good , little
Known films , one I was about to recommend , was a New Zealand
Film , about conscientious objectors in New Zealand , world war one
At the mention of conscientious objectors of world war one
Pushed a buton in the mind of the unknown man I was talking to
Though , he needed to talk , and need my ears to listen to him
He told me of his grandfather , a farmer at the time of The War
His grandfather , objected to The War , and made it known
The village , objected to his objection , and made it known to him
They the village , turned right against him , never talked him
Woman , chilldren , went up to him gave him white feathers
Even affter the war was over no one spoke to him
Sent him to Coventry , as we Brits call it , bycoted him , big time
It proved to much for the man to take to take , his mind cracked
He turned to drink , took it out on his family , became a nasty minded man
I said , good words about the mans grandfather , I wasted my words
After told me of what his grandfather was like affter that war
You have read , just how bad he became
He'd maybe be diagnose to day as suffering from PTSD , you may well think now
The man talking to me had little good to say about his grandfather
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 662 times
Written on 2014-10-02 at 17:40
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