In a Dug-out (John Allan Wyeth Poems)
Sleep ripped apart in the shrilling blast of a shelljerking me back into life—Dawn, and a deadbleak silence split by ...
John Allan Wyeth Poems on Man (4 Poems)
Second Battalion Headquarters (John Allan Wyeth Poems)
"Where's the First Battalion? We haven't got any moreidea than you have ~~ they might be anywhere.There's no front line. ...
Through the Valley (John Allan Wyeth Poems)
"All right Tom?" "Yup ~~ I got it fixed ~~ let's start."A slipping crumbly path through scratching brush'down to the river ...
Hospital (John Allan Wyeth Poems)
Fever, and crowds—and light that cuts your eyes—Men waiting in a long slow-shuffling linewith silent private faces, white and bleak.Long ...