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
(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.