Let's add a little gloom to the proceedings: "The Road" from Siegfried Sassoon's War Poems.
You can access the full text of The Road here:
If you wish to contribute, please have your readings submitted by 5:00 PST on Saturday, December 17th.THE ROAD
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass
And halt, but never see them; yet they're here--
A patient crowd along the sodden grass,
Silent, worn out with waiting, sick with fear.
The road goes crawling up a long hillside,
All ruts and stones and sludge, and the emptied dregs
Of battle thrown in heaps. Here where they died
Are stretched big-bellied horses with stiff legs;
And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight,
Stare up at caverned darkness winking white.
You in the bomb-scorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock,
You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on,
Half dazed for want of sleep. No dream could mock
Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone.
You did not feel her arms about your knees,
Her blind caress, her lips upon your head:
Too tired for thoughts of home and love and ease,
The road would serve you well enough for bed.
Please post a link to your version in a reply to this post; or send it to me via www.yousendit.com. (Yousendit seems to have altered the way they work, so it's no longer possible to publish a link to the file here in the forum.)
File name: road_sassoon_[your initials].mp3
Have fun! I look forward to listening, when I'm feeling too happy for my own good.
(... and remember, anyone who submits a recording can choose the next weekly poem! If you'd like to pick next week's poem, just post here!)
Peter Why (peter[DOT]planete[AT]tiscali[DOT]co[DOT]uk)