My Dearest Bess
Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:41 am
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….
……………………………………….
* * * * * *
Major T Davis. 3rd Div ARA. (Tom)
My Dear Elizabeth, It is with regret….
* * * * * *
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….
……………………………………….
* * * * * *
Major T Davis. 3rd Div ARA. (Tom)
My Dear Elizabeth, It is with regret….
* * * * * *
