James Mills - Terminal Leave. France 1917

James Mills - Terminal Leave. France 1917

I spent last night in my valley. br Green and peaceful, it is. br Slow wagons of unburdened past br creak slow down berry-bright lanes. br br That last harvest saved and stacked br bristling and quaking in fields br where mud is but good earth br turned up by good men br br and the bells of Sunday toll br us all to chapel from our beds, br where I've dreamed again of Molly br falling, falling into my arms. br br br Dawn: I am awake to br dull gunboom torturing the air. br Mudstuck tumbrils grumble by br abrim with glum, unready heroes. br br And they will harness me to a post br and they will load and aim br and they will fire at my heart br but they will miss my heart, br br for I bequeathed my target heart br in its last unhurt murmuring br to beat in still valleys br beyond these obscene echoes.


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