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The Old Huntsman and Other Poems
The Old Huntsman and Other Poems.
In the Pink
Davies wrote: This leaves me in the pink.
Then scrawled his name: Your loving sweetheart, Willie.
With crosses for a hug. Hed had a drink
Of rum and tea; and, though the barn was chilly,
For once his blood ran warm; he had pay to spend.
Winter was passing; soon the year would mend.
But he couldnt sleep that night; stiff in the dark
He groaned and thought of Sundays at the farm,
And how hed go as cheerful as a lark
In his best suit, to wander arm in arm
With brown-eyed Gwen, and whisper in her ear
The simple, silly things she liked to hear.
And then he thought: to-morrow night we trudge
Up to the trenches, and my boots are rotten.
Five miles of stodgy clay and freezing sludge,
And everything but wretchedness forgotten.
To-night hes in the pink; but soon hell die.
And still the war goes on
dont know why.