The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

On the Porch

As I lie roofed in, screened in,

From the pattering rain,

The summer rain --

As I lie

Snug and dry,

And hear the birds complain:

Oh, billow on billow,

Oh, roar on roar,

Over me wash

The seas of war.

Over me -- down -- down

Lunges and plunges

The huge gun with its one blind eye,

The armored train,

And, swooping out of the sky,

The aeroplane.

Down -- down --

The army proudly swinging

Under gay flags,

The glorious dead heaped up like rags,

A church with bronze bells ringing,

A city all towers,

Gardens of lovers and flowers,

The round world swinging

In the light of the sun:

All broken, undone,

All down -- under

Black surges of thunder...

Oh, billow on billow

Oh, roar on roar,

Over me wash

The seas of war...

As I lie roofed in, screened in,

From the pattering rain,

The summer rain --

As I lie

Snug and dry,

And hear the birds complain.