My Dearest Bess

[Dave Smith]

G’day all, I was absolutely stoked to see “My Dearest Bess” In the latest (April-May) APBA Mag
It has had some work since that version was posted so here is the completed version.

TTFN

My Dearest Bess.
Dave Smith. ©
Nov 2010.


The bugle sounds, the day is spent,
I toss and turn in blankets lent.
Sporadic fire from up the line,
tuck in; dig deep; my boys are fine.

I’ve had some mail from Bess today.
“She tells of how our children play,
they’re helping Granddad in his shed.
It seems they’re always late for bed.”

“They love it here on Granddad’s farm.
We’re safe out here away from harm.
They picked some berries for our tea,
their faces stained and filled with glee.”

“My Dearest Bess, I feel you near,
I miss you so. It’s awful here –
the mud, the stench, the endless mire,
the ceaseless sound of canon fire.”

The bugle sounds, the day is spent,
I toss and turn in blankets lent.
Increasing fire from up the line,
I’ll try and sleep, my boys are fine.

A SHOUT! It’s time- Go, Go, Go, Go.
What’s all the noise? Keep down keep low,
That whistling sound, it fills my head….
……………………………………….

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Major T Davis. 3rd Div ARA. (Tom)

My Dear Elizabeth, It is with regret….

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[Neville Briggs]

Good on ya Dave. A published author

[mummsie]

Well done Dave. I really like this one.

Cheers
Sue

[Bob Pacey]

Dave this is a beauty and very vivid pictures painted.


I can see the improvement in what you are doing keep on keeping on mate.

Cheers Bob

[Terry]

Hi Dave
It's looking and sounding good mate.

And now you're published mate,well done.

And the rest of you mob are also miles in front of me as well.

Mind you I have made our local Club Mag. a few times.

Cheers Terry