Tribute to Thomas Campbell 1777-1804
On Linden when the sun was low.
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow
and dark as winter was the flow
of Iser rolling rapidly.
Thomas Campbell
1777-1804.
On Linden when the sun was low.
On a dark day long, long ago.
Before combatants struck a blow
the scene was all serenity.
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow.
It’s pristine whitenesss soon to go
when scarlet blood began to flow.
as warriors fought the enemy.
And dark as winter was the flow
of hatreds milling to and fro
each soldiers sought to kill his foe
with casual ferocity.
Of Iser rolling rapidly
though stained by blood from the melee
there’s little said. It’s plain to me
it ignores mans stupidity.
7-Feb-08
Glosa
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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