Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHTMARE, by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: They gave him a shilling Last Line: The boy who's my son. | ||||||||
They gave him a shilling, They gave him a gun, And so he's gone killing The Germans, my son. I dream of that shilling -- I dream of that gun -- And it's they that are killing The boy who's my son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON |
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