Nature In War-Time

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Title:     Nature In War-Time
Author: Herbert Edward Palmer [More Titles by Palmer]

If flowers could speak
And leaves and plants knew words,
In what strange phrase of chiding would they seek
To tell their anger at this clash of swords!

The blossom that was made for joy and praise,
High bending grasses, and the trees so tall
Tremble for terror in the forest ways.
I see them shake and shake, as live men fall.

Shrapnel crushes them in its fierce caress;
The black guns chant a pæan of their skill.
But little recks the world in its distress
The sorrow that is silent on the hill.

[The end]
Herbert Edward Palmer's poem: Nature In War-Time

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