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Horace Boddington Gibbs

Poetry

The Question

Sunset-but yet no peace shall bid the day farewell; And what, before the dawn? Sunset-ablaze with beauty; but list the screaming shell, And God's fair lanscape torn. Night- but still no slumber comes to watchful eyes For war and hate's afalme; Night-and the crash of battle thunders to the skies;…
Horace Boddington Gibbs
17th February 2017
Poetry

THE YPRES TRAIL

And many have marched the Ypres trail And many have marched and stayed But the silent sentinels* sternly stand And tell no tale of the hero band Who have marched it undismayed. And many have marched the Ypres trail Through the winter’s rain and snow When the grey mud splashed…
Horace Boddington Gibbs
17th February 2017