HOW SOON THE DAWN ?
When is the dawn?
How soon the dawn?
When skeletal forms
Of blasted splintered leafless trees
Loom from the gloom of of a misty morning
When will the sun stretch his warming hand
Over this ghastly blasted land
There's a part of me
Doesn't want to see
What's out there instead of the beauty
That once was France.
And now it seems that night has won
There's no sign or loom of the morning sun
And if the dawn, exhausted, won't deign
To appear, and from now, darkness should reign
And cloak forever, the land in its pain,
I won't be sorry
© nigel hallworth 2014