A forest near Toulouse

 A forest near Toulouse 

 The mist of mountains brings in tears of rain

Where charcoal burners sought to set up home.

The forest floor is thick with fern again

Their labours lost, their bodies buried bone.

Strong men cut trees to feed the furnance mound

The smaller boughs formed shelters where they slept.

As darkness fell their families gathered round

So far from homes in Florence, women wept.

Young men reap death on fields they did not sow

In Ypes, Verdun the slaughtered sons of France

The migrants had no choice of where to go,

But played their part where love then stood no chance.

In silent tribute to the dead we stand

Where ghosts are working still this unclaimed land.

 Note -Inspired by discovering a site on holiday in 2010 – where charcoal burners from Italy had lived with their wives and children in make shift tents during the Great War. One of the women described her life as a ‘sea of tears’. Written at Lumb Bank – Arvon


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