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Epinal

 

Robert Burlison

Epinal

It seems unfair, considering all,
That I am here in this place now
With eighty summers on my brow
And you are there in Epinal
Among our comrades sleeping there.
That I can hear the robins sing
And see the almond tree in spring
And you are there. It isn’t fair.

Flowers, if you grow in Epinal,
Grow near where Robert lies.
I will dream that he has eyes
And sees some fairness after all.


Robert Burlison

Robert Burlison

Robert Burlison

American Cemetery, Epinal, France

If he knew fear, I did not see.
He was a brother’s arm to me,
And when he fell, fell part of me.