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[aid] => mick
[title] => Francis Ledwidge
[time] => 2012-12-10 03:09:35
[hometext] => An admiration of the poets and poetry of the First World War
[bodytext] => To walk amidst the evening chill Ledwidge on my mind Writing verse between the shells Battle lines opined The poison haze blights the dawn Voices trenched and cowering Far removed from the weaving Boyne And youthful passions flowering Thoughts of home and grassy lanes Delights the pen to write The horrors of the wailing guns Confirms the deathly rite Of noble youth, the richest soil To nurture old men’s wisdom The harvest of the slaughter fields The Judas kiss upon them McDonagh bled, your friend in verse But rhymes of different hue Cleared the fog of braided men And made you dream anew Until at Ypres, the ending hour All blackbirds ceased to sing Your name across the barren meadows Your soul upon the wing No summer mirth upon the plain Nor seasoned fare to cheer The banquet in its winter gloom But your wine bereft of fear [comments] => 0 [counter] => 81 [topic] => 55 [informant] => cmack [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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