READER34
11-15-2008, 01:04 PM
GRESFORD 1934
This sorry landscape cannot begin to explain
The story of what lies beneath the still earth
A generation of utter loss, just tears no mirth
Of a legacy back-filled with perpetual pain
It is here that my grandfather hewed
To provide for his family without objection
Alongside his brothers, never posing a question
Of these sorrowful words to which we now allude
Dear old fate is such an unforgiving hand
Always dealt without prejudice or favour
Life extinguished, irrespective of behaviour
Spreading untold grief across this pleasant land
Treasures of the deep a sacrifice too far
For those who perished without a fight
Entombed in the abyss, such was their plight
In succumbing to this silent and deadly war.
This sorry landscape cannot begin to explain
The story of what lies beneath the still earth
A generation of utter loss, just tears no mirth
Of a legacy back-filled with perpetual pain
It is here that my grandfather hewed
To provide for his family without objection
Alongside his brothers, never posing a question
Of these sorrowful words to which we now allude
Dear old fate is such an unforgiving hand
Always dealt without prejudice or favour
Life extinguished, irrespective of behaviour
Spreading untold grief across this pleasant land
Treasures of the deep a sacrifice too far
For those who perished without a fight
Entombed in the abyss, such was their plight
In succumbing to this silent and deadly war.