Here you will find the Poem Thiepval Wood of poet Edmund Blunden
The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom; The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire and fume The shoulder of the chalkdown convulses. Then the jabbering echoes stampede in the slatting wood, Ember-black the gibbet trees like bones or thorns protrude From the poisonous smoke ? past all impulses. To them these silvery dews can never again be dear, Nor the blue javelin-flame of the thunderous noons strike fear.
