The Saga Of Sergeant Scott (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Private Scott of the Highlanders,Strutted and swanked in the market-place.Each flap and lapel set smooth in place,Buttons polished to mirror ...
Burnett A. Ward Poems (39 Poems)
Ballade Of The C.C.F. (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
Vimy. November 11 (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
Pan In The Park (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
The Pity Of The Dead (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Adown a road in Picardy Where War has wed Romance, There came ...
Magdalen Walks (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
Vesper Song (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
Rhymed Ribaldry (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
The Spirit Of The Press (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mouldOn fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,Who rail at king or kaiser, ...
The Prisoner (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;Her ...
The Old Boys (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
Our Cultural Heritage (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,For our ads do bring us learning sealed ...
Prayer Of The Slaves (Roman Empire, A.D. 200) (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;Struggle ...
Death In Israel (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Long has been the pilgrimage, Oh son of my begetting;Weary through the centuries and o'er the deserts wide;Myriad the altars ...
Time’s Remorses (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Before the raid at Avion, we talked an hour or more,Of home, and hopes, and girls, and beer, of profiteers ...
Daily Dollars (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire, Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt ...
Is It Nothing To You? (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Who will buy my peaches -- Tinted by the spritesWith faery gold and moonshine, in the dewy nights;Honied in the ...
Spring In Labor Camp (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Spring is in the Valley, sap and budding time,A thousand voices rally into sheer, clear rhyme;Swallows are a-wheeling, robins chant ...
Song Of The Galley Slaves (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
A devil serves our mastersAnd warps to their desireThe flexing of our sinews,Our hearts' corroding fire;Old as the mists of ...
Madhouse Cell (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understandThat He may only guide us where our desires command!And we ...
Street Song (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
My eyes are cold, and brazen are my lips,My smile is bold, but sometimes longing slipsThe leash of circumstance, and ...
Box Car Elegy (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Eighteen; and Life had shewn him all she hathOf hate and bitterness and carking care;Brimming the chalice with the dread ...
A Lesson (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
I saw, in No Man's land,Tw boys handclasp in brotherhood of death,As children clutch each other's hand at dusk;Transcending Fatherland ...
To The Doctrinaires (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;We who ...
An Echo From Villon (15th Century) (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
We teach our sons salvation liesIn hardy toil and honesty,Then close their gate to ParadiseBy barring them from industry;We know ...
Song Of The Outer Bastion, Captured November 2nd. (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?The fight began ...
Dollfuss (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
A catafalque beneath St. Stephen's spire;Tensed mobs, that sob and surge with fearful breath;Wrath of the criminals who paid his ...
Sic Transit (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Why clamour havoc when a god grows old?We've seen them start and quicken, rise and glowReflecting votive light, then murky ...
Thanksgiving Day (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
My God, or thine? -- or God of each and both?My God, say you? Then let me not be loathTo ...
Ichabod (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...