Soft, Shining Peace

Silence Falls The echoes die, the smoke-clouds thin and pass, The cannons are, like statues, dumb and cold: Silent the crosses wait, and in the grass The spent shells gleam like gold. All spent he lay and dreamed till the moment came: Now, waking with a cry, he looks, all wonder To see the empty … More Soft, Shining Peace

For the Fallen

ANZAC Day 2016 100 years ago, in the carnage of the Somme battlefield, Bois Grenier, Northern France, my great uncle Rudolph Schulstad wrote in his diary ….. “Commencing at 7.30 until 9.35 pm yesterday, we were under a terrific bombardment, the enemy sending on one sector about 8,000 shells varying from 6 inch to 9.2 inch. One came … More For the Fallen