Echoes of France : Verses From My Journal And Letters
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(Life's great adventure has begun for me.) The bells already have stricken twelve In the region where bells still ring, And my thoughts are turning westward to the land Where my youth was spent, in the happy Carefree days long gone, where glad birds sing.
The house on the hill in the autumn, The glowing warmth of open fires, soft rain.
And the bittersweet vine on the side porch trellis.
I cannot keep me from wondering,— Shall I ever be there again?
41 Paris, September 10th, 1918.
The gas-mask d...rill seems all unreal, But that queer steel helmet I shall carry On my shoulder in the morning, and the canteen.
And the mess kit, show that it was not Just a dream. (How life's values vary!) I pray that Mother may not know Until it is all over, — no not that!
I don't mean "all over" in the way it sounds, I mean I hope she will not know until I'm safe returned from the great combat.
My thoughts are all a strange confusion Of things I did when I was just a Tiny child and learned to know no fear while Father Let me hold his little finger as we Watched the warring wind and lightning play.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
(Life's great adventure has begun for me.) The bells already have stricken twelve In the region where bells still ring, And my thoughts are turning westward to the land Where my youth was spent, in the happy Carefree days long gone, where glad birds sing.
The house on the hill in the autumn, The glowing warmth of open fires, soft rain.
And the bittersweet vine on the side porch trellis.
I cannot keep me from wondering,— Shall I ever be there again?
41 Paris, September 10th, 1918.
The gas-mask d...rill seems all unreal, But that queer steel helmet I shall carry On my shoulder in the morning, and the canteen.
And the mess kit, show that it was not Just a dream. (How life's values vary!) I pray that Mother may not know Until it is all over, — no not that!
I don't mean "all over" in the way it sounds, I mean I hope she will not know until I'm safe returned from the great combat.
My thoughts are all a strange confusion Of things I did when I was just a Tiny child and learned to know no fear while Father Let me hold his little finger as we Watched the warring wind and lightning play.
What to read after Echoes of France : Verses From My Journal And Letters?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Ware, Amy Robbins to read onlineMoreLess
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