Candles of Gold

02 Sep

Welcome To My World

I am your Brother

I am your Father

You are my Sister

You are my Mother

I am your Grandfather

I am the young boy

with trembling knees

Who prayed and waited

For the whistle of death

A pistol in hand you called me

Over the top into the pits of Hell

Yet amidst the screaming

Of war overhead

We sheltered together

We beat the drums of war

A shared cigarette

A shaking hand

There was no more

Again and again

I cried in Hell

Waiting for the whine

Of the final shell

A shared cigarette

With Bluey and Jack

And then there was no more

Gallipoli and Lone Pine

Shared cigarettes

And then there was no more

A red cross parcel

Jams and socks

Meat and biscuits

But more than that

Cigarettes we shared

Me Bluey and Jack

Time passes in a twinkling of an eye

In war

Gallipoli and…

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Posted by on September 2, 2015 in Uncategorized


5 responses to “Candles of Gold

  1. reocochran

    September 10, 2015 at 07:00

    This is so respectful and a great tribute to your brave soldiers, Ian. I respect soldiers and believe in honoring them. Do hate war, though. Peace and love wishes. . . Robin


    • aussieian2011

      September 10, 2015 at 07:00

      Thanks Robin, it was written as I perceived the time of Soldiers during the second World War.
      Thanks for appreciating my work Robin.
      Kind regards.

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  2. Sue Dreamwalker

    September 3, 2015 at 07:00

    Excellent poem Ian.. and I am so pleased you shared this again… For this is one I had not read before… x

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    • aussieian2011

      September 3, 2015 at 07:00

      Thanks Sue, I think in my early days I blogged fast, and so ended up with not many comments or readers.
      I am getting a few old friends who missed the post and a few new follower, who see it for the first time.

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      • Sue Dreamwalker

        September 3, 2015 at 07:00

        And always a pleasure Ian even to read your older poems..My mind often retains the essence of a poem when I have read it.. But each time I do read its still fresh as the very first time of reading.. x 🙂 And I really enjoyed reading this one

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