The sun came out,
the sky turned blue.
We fled the coop,
for warm, wide spaces
where spring unfurled,
and our spirits
We felt good, like Lynley’s tui,
singing with all its heart, atop the pohutukawa tree.
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on; on; and out
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away……O but every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the
singing will never be done.
Siegfried Sassoon (from Palgrave’s Golden Treasury with Additional Poems, OUP, 1935)
This post is dedicated:
to gpcox, pacificparatrooper who gathers in the stories of veterans and sends them out again, flying with spirit renewed, into the blogosphere;
to Britt, life/history enthusiast, spreading her literary wings with her latest published book, NOLA FRAN EVIE,
BUT the dedication to Britt comes with a proviso…..that she locates the original Totem Pole by Chief Lelooska in Portland. Here’s a clue, Britt. 🙂