Not now for you the glorious return
To steep Stroud valleys, to the Severn leas
By Tewksbury and Gloucester, or the trees
Of Cheltenham under high Cotswold stern.
For you no medals such as others wear -
A cross of bronze for those approved brave -
To you is given, above a shallow grave,
The Wooden Cross that marks you resting there.
Rest you content, more honourable far
Than all the Orders is the Cross of Wood,
The symbol of self-sacrifice that stood
Bearing the God whose brethren you are.
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From guest Scarecrow (contact)
A too few many places at the begining for my liking - always loses me. Though totally agree with Pozo, clever and very powerful. Little typical of the pre somme period though ><;; -
This is such a sad poem, the first I've read of his- I like the way he alluded to the crucifiction through this poem and also his description of war.
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