Poem Hunter
August 1914
(25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918 / Bristol / England)

August 1914

What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields
A fair mouth’s broken tooth

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The gold, honey gone Left is the hard and cold.
Even heavier than Keith Reed of the Procol Harum!
Excellent poem of poetic beauty. Thanks for sharing.
Through our youth! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
a poem that is hard as iron with broken dreams in tow? ............superbly written.
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