In college I took a European History course, in it we covered WWI and I chose to write a paper about WWI poets, at the time I had not discovered poetry, though I had literature courses at my liberal arts college the poetry had not stuck with me. I was a History major and was already preparing myself to attend a Masters program in Theology to study and research ancient texts, well writing that paper changed my academic path though I did not know it then, I read the poems of Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Edmund Blunden, Robert Graves, and other poets both British and German, they would stick with me or rather stick in my heart, primarily Sassoon and Owen whom I would read and re-read those years after college and beyond. Now here in the future, years later, I have studied English poetry in graduate school, have read hundreds of poets and I am still attempting to write and improve my poetry but I think back and honor the memory of those poets lost in WWI whom I admire and honor: Wilfred Owen, Charles, Sorley, Edward Thomas, and others.
SOMETIMES
One hundred years on
after the Armistice
silenced the guns in Flanders,
that silence remains
there forever
among daisies
among wood
broken altars, flooded mines,
sometimes a bird might sing
of Eastertide
and remember
the sometimes forgotten spring.
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