Helen M Nightingale – 3

The third in a series of poems by Helen M Nightingale 


The War Years

Tho’ the War Years took from me

Friends I mourn exceedingly,

Friends I never may forget –

Yet they brought me in the stead

Of the gay and gallant Dead,

Friends I never else had met

Some from near and some from far,

Gathered by the Drums of War

To this little world of ours,

Served we each in our degree,

Bore each other company

Theo’ the good or evil hours

War Years that have swept between

Years to come and that have been

Tow good gilts you brought to me –

Happiness in friendships new,

Happiness in work to do –

Years of Blessed Mercury

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