The night I left my father said: "You'll go and do some stupid thing. You've no more sense in that fat head Than Silly Billy Witterling. "Not sense to come in when it rains -- Not sense enough for that, you've got. You'll get a bullet through your brains, Before you know, as like as not." And now I'm lying in the trench And shells and bullets through the night Are raining in a steady drench, I'm thinking the old man was right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE |