gently its touch awoke him once
At home, whispering of fields half-Snow
Always it woke him, even in France
until this morning and this snow
If anything might rouse him now
Think how it wakes the seeds
woke once the clays of a cold star
Are limbs, so dear achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for the the clay grew tall?
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
to break the earth's sleep at all?
Wilfred Owen
Great choice for your war poem Jack, this poem is pretty famous! Though it is not anonymous; it was written by Wilfred Owen. His vivid imagery of the grim conditions of the WW1 trenches has made him one of the nation's most beloved poets. He also wrote Dulce et Decorum est which we had a little look at on Remembrance Day ("bent double like old beggars under sacks") Well done!
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