BESSIE . . .
My only truest love
Bessie and I are away on a day out down by the sea shore
Both of us holding
hands - I am with a lass I am sure I will love forever more
The innocence in her
laughter - as we draw our names and hearts in the sand
Takes me far away from
the troubled hell I have seen in a far and distance land
Where within the
freshened green grass lies a ground soaked all in bloody red
Thousands upon
thousands of my fellow man all piled upon each other dead
These deaths leave me a
silence that is more than deafening on my closed ears
As the mist of the
mustard gas clears yet still stings my face brought to tears
Each face of the dead leaving
behind an expression either of torture or of peace
Lives given for their
country now lie upon the rubble mound of soil and grease
Each face whiten beyond
the pale - a photo of loved one floats up in the gale
And back home the MOD
write the dreaded words put their letters in the mail
But here I am with
Bessie on our own beloved sea shore - innocence beatified
Far away as possible I
keep her from the brutality of our young men genocide
As I listen to her
laughter as I look into her eyes of the lightest emerald green
It all helps to take
away the horrors of a bloody war - I wished I had never seen
I'm going to marry my
beloved Bessie and have beautiful children in their score
But never as in never - will
I tell my children of the brutality of the bloody war
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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