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DisabledWilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for
dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through
the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a
hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them
from him.
Chesta
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred. Caroline
Siana
Anahera
Clementine
Sophia
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord TennysonHalf a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundredTiana
Jacob
DisabledWilfred Owen
Germans he scarcely thought of; all their guilt,
And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears
Of Fear came yet. He drought of jeweled hills
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and
cheers.
Dezhan
Leen
DisabledWilfred Owen
Now, he will spend a few sick years in
institutes, And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were
whole. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
Cameron
Samson
Winnie
Disabled
Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
Huva
Junior
Henrietta
Joshua
Paul