A Cross is slanting ‘tween two withered trees - <br /> <br />I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd <br />Of streets, nor dreamed him ever one of these, <br />So wistfully he mused, so shyly proud, <br />So chalk-besmeared he walked his weary pace. <br />A space went, - and on an early day <br />Within the trench, I saw a half-known face <br />Awake with wonder; a child-lived heart at play <br />With dreamed romance: a Drake-keen eye ashine <br />For newer worlds……A thunder tore the line!….. <br />A shell burst!….. He smiled as Sidney smiled- <br />And fell…..There came the crying of a child, <br />…..A wave of little hands…..a soft breeze <br /> <br />The cross is slanting ‘tween two withered trees.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-teacher-7/
