A GI that we remember

This piece of poetry is by a GI that we remember

During the 1940’s we lived in a small village called Hawkeridge,
It was a time of War
To our village came about six or seven American GI’s,
They were treated as part of our own families.
The next place they were going was to invade Europe.
We still have a few Photos of them holding us as babies,
As I find their names, or all of their names on a list I have,
I will post it as a memory, of the things they did for us,
and you at home there in the USA.
Out of the seven or so that we knew, they all made it through the landings and fighting after,
I have found out that the first to pass over was in 1957, his name was Bill also,
but he had a bad time of it, and had shell shock,
Later I will put their names on something for you all out there to read.
I feel it is very important that they are remembered,
But me as a baby then, how to turn the clock back to say thank you for what they all did.
Bill Holder, was one of your soldiers (GI) and this is a piece of writing that he did,
I kept it all these years, but I have had to laminate it now as it was falling to bits,
from being looked at and moved around.
William Holder was from Alabama, so I guess that he missed you all out there,
I guess he also thought he would miss our simple life as he kept calling it,
when he went off to war in June 1944.
This is as he wrote it, and I just copied from the original.

There’s a place I know off the main highway
A place that is happy and gay
A place where I’d like to rest myself
At the close of a weary day.

It’s a simple life that’s plain
It’s a life serene and true
It’s a simple life with our mankind
A life of pleasure with you

In a village that nestles close to the earth
And turns it’s face to the sky
A place of merit, the place of our birth
A place for you and I

A simple life, of love and health
No smoke to darken our sky
Where happiness takes the place of wealth
Together you and I

Where the land is the life, aglow and warm
To toil it is needed and sure
Through the summers heat, and the winters storm
A life that is pleasant and secure

The folks of the ciyies know nothing of this
Theirs is a world of thier own
No life of serenity, happiness, bliss,
A life they’ve never known

But the plain simple folk have nothing to add
To the life that is theirs alone
They maybe happy they may be sad
But no other life they’d own

So with the simple folk of these villages,
And a life, that is good and true
We can live side by side together
Simply just plain me and you

with the sun sinking in the evening sky
We can stand in the door of our home
We can look at the veiw and maybe sigh
And remember the life that is gone

To the people who love the country
I have only this to say
It’s here that I’m really happy
And it’s here I hope to stay

Finis

W.H.H.

(GI — William Holder)

I do hope that this acceptable as a posting for NEOPOET site,
As there are a lot of poets from the USA and it is part of their heritage.

 

 

About Yenti

Ian T Howard Born in the village of Hawkeridge Wiltshire in March 1942 into a family of eight, memories of these early years can be dated to, June 6th 1944, I remember the sky filled with aircraft,. My Sister was born on the 22nd of June that year and made are family up to ten. Our family was Mother and Father four boys and four girls, so you can guess that we had a great time, though our style of life was limited to our income. I could read at a very early age of three, I think that this was the grounding for my imagination, and ability to write. My writing started more during my senior school years, with the entry of one of my bits, as I call them, into the school magazine, of Matravers School of Westbury Leigh Wiltshire. I joined the Royal Air Force at the age of 15, and started writing in an exercise book, this I still have, one of my poems in there is the Valley, made from early days of playing around the countryside, when a small hole in the ground became a canyon. . Over the years of writing and changes in life, having my own family grow up around me, and then the parting of the ways as some families do. Also the passing on of my parents, two sister's and two brother's, having their influence on my thoughts. Then remarrying into a loving state, that has Spiritual connections, my writing has evolved into a wide variety of works that reflect my interpretation of the things around, not only in a factual way, but sometimes with a deep philosophical outlook with a soul to each and everything. I have through the connection I have with the Spiritualism side of my present life, recorded a great number of talks with the Spirit world as they are related to me, most times through Anne my wife who is an International Medium. These talks with spirit are recorded from semi trance times, when there is a connection between the two worlds, mostley when the Spirit girl Sadie comes through to talk to us using the Mediums voice, there are other Spirits that come through but this will be clear as we carry on through the tapes day by day, I will leave you to be at peace with all things. Here is an intro to my wife Anne and the influences that spirit has on our lives and the way that the children communicate with me, Yours, Ian.T Anne's words on the spirit world:-
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2 Responses to A GI that we remember

  1. this post says:

    Wow! Thank you! I continually needed to write on my site something like that. Can I include a portion of your post to my site?

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