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George Elmore
opened up
his tired eyes

he had dreamed
of the Front
barbed wire

loud gunfire
human cries
mud and blood

quiet now
his old room
his own bed

curtains drawn
sunlight bright
and she there

gazing out
at the view
the house maid

what's her name?
Is it you?
He uttered

Polly turned
quite startled
you're awake

Master George
how are you?
She walked next

to the bed
and stood still
I don't know

how I am
am I home?
She nodded

yes you are
in your room
in London

and you are?
I'm Polly
a house maid

she told him
uncertain
what to do

this is home?
He uttered
uneasy

yes it is
it's your home
where's Gwyer?

He asked her
who's Gwyer?
My batman

he was here
not seen him
Polly said

are you sure?
Yes I'm sure
she sat down

on the bed
took his hand
Sanderson

is lost now
George informed
he was there

beside me
in the trench
then was dead

I'm sorry
Polly said
and Gwyer

where is he?
George asked her
I don't know

she replied
who are you?
I'm Polly

the house maid
who am I?
You are George

George Elmore
Polly said
he lay down

closed his eyes
leave me here
he uttered

and beware
of the shells
Polly sat

and watched him
still holding
his cold hand

and he thought
he was in
the war land.

You do this work so well I know this story from poems ago, the individual poems are complete but they thread together with others to create a complex deep world that seems so effortless and clear as almost to take me into a dream state , wonderful work sir, I have said it before and I say it now .

Thank you, my friend. These poems are linked and only those who have followed them can get the whole picture.