Sunday, 6 December 2015

Sunday WW1 Poet...


Over the next four weeks of December I will feature some of the Christmas poems of WW1.









The Falling Leaves

By

 Margaret Postgate Cole



November 1915

Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed

Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.









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