Over the four weeks of December I will feature some of the Christmas poems of WW1.
Shall we not lay our holly wreath
Here at the foot of this high cross?
We do not know, perhaps a breath
Of our remembering may come
To them at last where they are sleeping,
They are quiet, they are dumb,
No more of mirth, no more of weeping,
Silent Christmas they are keeping;
Ours the sorrow, ours the loss.
Post a Comment
Thanks for taking the time to comment - Jaffareadstoo appreciates your interest.