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Painting stimulating poetry

The above painting was created whilst I was reading about the life story of Paul Nash. How uncanny it should be that Pete Ray (The Mowdog.blogspot.com) wrote the following poem without even knowing what I was reading! Thank you Pete. The silence gnawed at my resolve, Prodding at my erstwhile mettle And I was thus unnerved, my valour perturbed, Yet I stood my ground, as expected, Just a number in the fodder That was infantry… The greyness bleached at the woods, Invoking a spectral sparsity But I was quite alert, my senses pert, Thus I stood my ground, as instructed, A dispensable number in the waste That was infantry… A whistle blew. And hampered by equipment But by a tot of rum fired, My exp

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