Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Messages

‘I cannot quite remember…. There were fiveDropt dead beside me in the trench—and threeWhispered their dying messages to me….’Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee,He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly:‘I cannot quite remember…. There were fiveDropt dead beside me in the trench, and threeWhispered their dying messages to…

The Lonely Road

Though, now and again, a wayfairing friendWalked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load,I often would think to myself as I strode,No comrade will journey with you to the end.And it seemed to me, as the days went past,And I gossiped with cronies, or brooded alone,By wayside fires, that my fortune was castTo sojourn by…