THE IVY AND THE VINES
The ivy and vines and escallonia are looking so neat
The woodbine and clematis on the porch are a treat
Thank the Lord, my Dear, you're not off to the war
But it must be hard behind bars on the moor
The beans and peas and everything are splendid
The best we have ever had, I think
Celery coming on and snapdragons too
You made everything just right
The night before you left.
In the garden I see traces of you everywhere
You won't have flowers, where you are, up there
The fuschia round the parlour window is magnificent
I've a few sweet peas down by the Sweet Williams
Coming on slowly...
I wonder if you will be home, to permanently plant them.
Your father and I are so very proud
Of our son with his principles sound and intact
So unlike those whose consciences bent, and allowed
Them to grieve their mothers and follow the crowd
Their mothers who'll wonder
When they hear the guns thunder
If their lost sons will ever
Ever, come back
And if they return
Will they be just the same
When they've seen the horror of war
Or will they then turn
To praising God's name
Those that have lived
And are sane..
Thanks to Judy Tremewan for permission to include ( and paraphrase ) lines from a letter sent by her Grandmother Martha to her son John, in 1916
© nigel hallworth 2014