Sunday, April 26, 2015

Gassed Ww1 Comments

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A line of stumbling snails with eyes bound up
They stagger over dead men, blinded youths
Whose comrades rot into the Belgian mud
Rat fodder, stepping stones for blind friends’ boots
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Sheena Blackhall
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Raymond Farrell 26 April 2015

I can relate to this my great uncle was gassed in WW I and he was always wheezing on account of it. Well written thanks for posting the poem.

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