(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Meditation In Time Of War

FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy'.

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Nice poem, I liked the words. Also what
How it is, but how we forget...........and poppies grow in flanders fields....