The Soldier Artist

I gazed at the beautiful murals of Plas Newydd,

Remembering the artist, the man that created

Those beautiful, vivid, bright scenes.

And then I recalled another such place

Equally vivid, in a much darker setting.

The small fields of the Bockage Country.

It’s thick hedgerows concealing heavy guns.

Tanks on fire, their crews often burning,

Soldiers rushing , dodging and falling.

Then the sight of this talented man,

A Captain lying dead on the ground!

Those creative hands now lifeless and still

Never again, never again to hold a brush.