The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

Here: and There

September, 1914

Here

Soft benediction of September sun;

Voices of children, laughing as they run;

Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies;

And over all the blue embracing skies.

There

Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun;

Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won;

Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries;

And over all the blue embracing skies.