My Dearest Bess

[Dave Smith]

My Dearest Bess.


The bugle sounds, the day is spent,
I’ll toss and turn in blankets lent,
Sporadic fire from up the line,
Tuck in, dig deep, my boys are fine.

I’ve had some mail from Bess today
“The children help me while they play,
They’re helping Granddad in his shed
And always come in late for bed.”

“They love it here on Granddads farm,
We’re safe out here away from harm,
They’ve picked some berries for their tea,
Their faces stained and filled with glee.”

“My Dearest Bess, your letters cheer-
me so, It gets so awful here.”
“We’re bogged down here in endless mire.”
“The ceaseless sound of canon fire.”

A SHOUT it’s time, Go Go Go Go,
What’s all the noise? Quick out of bed,
That whistling sound, it fills my head….

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Major T Davis. 3rd Div ARA. (Tom)

My Dear Elizabeth It is with regret….

* * * * * *

Dave Smith. ©
Nov 2010.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Pretty darn good Dave and love the written ending ( not the story ending) Well done.

Cheers

Maureen

[Terry]

G/day Dave,
Think of the thousands of similar letters or telegrams that were received by wives and parents during the two world wars, and of course it still goes on doesn't it.
Good one Dave, it touches you just thinking of the great sadness there must have been all around the country.

Terry

[Heather]

Great poem Dave. I like the way it ends with the letter too Dave. You clever little chookie

Heather

[David J Delaney]

this is a beaut Dave, & that ending is just so good.

[Dave Smith]

Thanks folks this was my first shot at something a bit serious, I’m very glad you like it. I did have some help with my English, Thanks English teacher.

TTFN