Another poem written from the heart by Beatrice Helen Poole.  They are mostly very sad but the Great War was filled with sadness therefore it is appropriate.  No month is given when she wrote this in 1916.

To a Lad Killed in Battle

I mourn you poor lad – I mourn you as a son
So young you were, so joyous and so brave
And full of life, it seems impossible
That now you are lying cold in yonder grave.

Oh youth, dear youth you were too young to die
Yet in my heart I can but envy thee
You will not feel the blighting touch of age
The gradual failing of each faculty

So hail and farewell you young and dauntless boy
Hopefully you lived yet fearlessly you died
Through long years ahead I’ll miss your presence bright
But it will remain a happy memory.

Beatrice Helen Poole
1916.

Still more to come!  I am looking into e-publishing Auntie Babs’ poems at some point towards the end of the year to include the World War One Poems but also many of her others too.  

Thanks for reading.