A Soldiers Dream.

On a Forein Land I close my eyes in sleep
Long after stars have begun to peep
Safe in the hands of our protecting God
In dreaming glory, I travel the Land of Nod.

My Lonelyness I attempt to spurn
As homeward, my thoughts I turn
Of trees, streams; a country Lane
We roam them all, once again.

Wondering thoughts of those familiar sights
The wind, the rain, of wintry nights
A Lonely Lake, a wind swept height
And many more scenes of nature’s might.

We remember well our boyhood years
Our trial’s, our smiles and well our Tears
Our boyhood haunts of wood and stream
We remember well, in this repeating dream

And just before we fall fast asleep
We pray to God our soul to keep
A Loving prayer for our Loved ones too
We then peacefully sleep the whole night thru.

Dec 27/43
JAL Wilcocks

[Editor’s note: Taken from letter of December 27, 1943.]