Battle
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Serving in the shop, Stars didn't count for much ; and then at nights Strolling the pavements, dull and fit to drop, You didn't see much but the city lights. He'd never in his life seen so much sky As he'd seen this last fortnight. It was queer The things war taught you. He'd a mind to try To count the stars they shone so bright and clear. One, two, three, four . . . Ah, God, but he was tired . Five, six, seven, eight . . . Yes, it was number eight. And what was the next thing that she required... ? (Too bad of customers to come so late, At closing-time !) Again within the shop He handled knots of tape and reels of thread, Politely talking weather, fit to drop . . . When once again the whole sky overhead Flared blind with searchlights, and the shriek of shell And scream of shrapnel roused him. Drowsily He stared about him wondering. Then he fell Into deep dreamless slumber. He could see Two dark eyes peeping at him, ere he knew He was awake, and it again was day 44 BETWEEN THE LINES An August morning burning to clear blue.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Serving in the shop, Stars didn't count for much ; and then at nights Strolling the pavements, dull and fit to drop, You didn't see much but the city lights. He'd never in his life seen so much sky As he'd seen this last fortnight. It was queer The things war taught you. He'd a mind to try To count the stars they shone so bright and clear. One, two, three, four . . . Ah, God, but he was tired . Five, six, seven, eight . . . Yes, it was number eight. And what was the next thing that she required... ? (Too bad of customers to come so late, At closing-time !) Again within the shop He handled knots of tape and reels of thread, Politely talking weather, fit to drop . . . When once again the whole sky overhead Flared blind with searchlights, and the shriek of shell And scream of shrapnel roused him. Drowsily He stared about him wondering. Then he fell Into deep dreamless slumber. He could see Two dark eyes peeping at him, ere he knew He was awake, and it again was day 44 BETWEEN THE LINES An August morning burning to clear blue.
What to read after Battle?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Gibson Wilfrid Wilson to read onlineMoreLess
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