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Mad by Wilfred Gibson

May 18th, 2010 Comments(0)

Here’s another war poem.

Mad
By Wilfred Gibson

Neck-deep in mud,
He mowed and raved—
He who had braved
The field of blood—
And as a lad
Just out of school
Yelled—April Fool!
And laughed like mad.

Home by Wilfred Gibson

August 19th, 2004 Comments(0)

I get to go home tomorrow!!!

Home
By Wilfred Gibson

So long had I traveled the lonely road,
Though, now and again, a wayfaring friend
Walked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load,
I often would think to myself as I strode,
No comrade will journey with you to the end.

And it seemed to me, as the days went past,
And I gossiped with cronies, or brooded alone,
By wayside fires, that my fortune was cast
To sojourn by other men’s hearths to the last,
And never to come to my own hearthstone.

The lonely road no longer I roam.
We met, and were one in the heart’s desire.
Together we came, through the wintry gloam,
To the little old house by the cross-ways, home;
And crossed the threshold, and kindled the fire.