In recognition of Wilfred Owen - 1893-1918 (Acrostic)

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  • anaisnais
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11th Nov marks Remembrance Day in UK, today Sunday 14th is Remembrance Sunday. I've been looking at old poets of late, and coming across Wilfred Owen this week seemed to scream at me to write something. His pictures painted live on today imprinted in our minds from his powerful witness. Tragic. Remembrance brings to mind all those past present and future serving our country, those that have passed and those maimed or scarred from the horrors of their duty. Also thee families, friends, colleagues etc whose lives are forever changed. Let us look to peace and unity and keep all in memory in gratitude... Please add a note of support not so much for the write (although constructive critique would be welcome,) but indeed for those afore mentioned should they pass through that they would know they are in thought? Appreciated.

In recognition of Wilfred Owen - 1893-1918 (Acrostic)

A-A British soldier and poet, published posthumously Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
R-Realistic writer of war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare that shocked, its contrast opposing previous perception
M-Military Cross recognition
I-It was through visiting a hospital for those wounded
S-September 1915 he decided to return (from teaching in the Continent) to England to enlist
T-To help our boys to best ability as an officer and
I-In writing of their suffering – pleading for them
C-Came home March 1917 injured, fit again in August 1918 and returned to front
E-Enemy fire from German machine gun attack – killed at the Battle of the Sambre

D-Death came upon him 7 days before Armistice, he was 25
E-English bells rang November 11th 1918
A-Armistice too late for too many who had witnessed too much
D-Doorbell rang at parents home in Shrewsbury, telegram delivered news their son was dead

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Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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