My watch says four its time for tea
but I’m not where I ought to be.
Instead I’m stuck in this foul trench
amidst the mud and slime and stench
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Superbly written Ivor! Deserving way more than a (10) ! ! ! ! Thad
The tension builds to the point of anguish, then the contrast between the gentility of ladies enjoying tea time and the hideous reality of war brings a wrench to the heart of this reader. A poem our leaders in their insulated castles and gleaming offices need to read!
Very nice indeed. Funny you should think of the same subject as myself today. I have posted one called 'To Battlefields, All', not quite the same as yours but on the same lines. I enjoyed reading this very poignant yet in a way light in its content, if you know what I mean. Excellent as usual. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Ivor My friend, I have read many poems on the great war as they called it, what was so great about Senseless slaughter, millions of lifes for what...? But yours is about the best, it gets you in the trench with the poor lad, asking why... Worth a lot more than the 10 i can give you..