?

Log in

No account? Create an account
bear by san

March 2017

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
bear by san

This is the text of an anonymous poem from WWII, which was recorded as a song by John Gorka.

Let them in, Peter
They are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires

Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired with the sun, not wartime's
bloody guns

Make their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give roadside bands, not golden harps
To these our boys

And let them love, Peter
'Cause they had no time
They should have trees and bird songs
And hills to climb

The taste of summer in a ripened pear
And girls sweet as meadow wind
With flowing hair

And tell them how they are missed
And say not to fear
It's gonna be allright
With us down here

Comments

Lovely.
I've never read that before. Thank you.
I've never seen/heard it either, but it's tremendous. Much more personal and moving than "In Flanders Field." Thanks.
Oh, man, you should hear the recording. It's heartbreaking.
I'd love to hear the recording -- I've been scoping the web looking for it. Wonder if it's on iTunes...
"Let them In," John Gorka, off "The Company You Keep"

iTunes has it.

(Anonymous)

We Canadians are wearing red poppies today

For Remembrance day.
Wonderfully appropriate poem.

AnimeJune
http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.com
Edwin McCain sings a version of this song, too. It's beautiful.
That's fantastic.

I'm collecting all the poems my friends have posted today, and that one is going to get pride of place.

Re: you broke my heart

Amen.
Beautiful. Thank you for posting this.

Deads in Europe.

Very moving and right.

Don't forget the deads in Europe; France had near two millions deads and two millions maimed and disabled; Germany about the same (with a much bigger population), England less but in proportion. My aunts never married because all the boys of the little town they lived in had been killed. In the smallest villages the war deads memorial show dozens of names, often several from the same family.

But when we read US newspapers we find opinions of people wondering why Europeans prefere peace to war! Yes, we do,when we have choice.