Old Letters - 02/07/21 04:04 PM
Hi all.
This is one I wrote 2 years ago after being moved by reading the last letter written to my grandmother by an uncle who went missing during WW2. It turned out he later died in a prison camp.
Changed the story considerably and turned out this.
Couldn't find the original BIAB files to post on here.
https://soundcloud.com/vic-arnold/old-letters
Old Letters © 2018 Vic Arnold
In my grandmother's house
where the family were gathered
in an old cardboard box by her bed
we found some old letters,
all frayed and tattered
and were moved by the lines that we read
In a handwritten style
from an age well behind us
Grandad had wrote from the heart
He said "We are only here once.
Let that serve to remind us
that life is so short once it starts
Ch.1
I love those old letters I love those old stories
of campfires and heroes, and new territories
They paint me a picture up there in my mind
of good times and bad and the girl left behind
Br.
They told of a romance, a weekend in Vegas,
a short honeymoon in a couple of pages.
Then the last one from Saigon said
"Honey. I won't be gone long".
Ch.2
We read those old letters. We read those old stories
of campfires and heroes, and raising old glory
Read that old Western Union. The cold printed line
... that told a short story and run out of time
This is one I wrote 2 years ago after being moved by reading the last letter written to my grandmother by an uncle who went missing during WW2. It turned out he later died in a prison camp.
Changed the story considerably and turned out this.
Couldn't find the original BIAB files to post on here.
https://soundcloud.com/vic-arnold/old-letters
Old Letters © 2018 Vic Arnold
In my grandmother's house
where the family were gathered
in an old cardboard box by her bed
we found some old letters,
all frayed and tattered
and were moved by the lines that we read
In a handwritten style
from an age well behind us
Grandad had wrote from the heart
He said "We are only here once.
Let that serve to remind us
that life is so short once it starts
Ch.1
I love those old letters I love those old stories
of campfires and heroes, and new territories
They paint me a picture up there in my mind
of good times and bad and the girl left behind
Br.
They told of a romance, a weekend in Vegas,
a short honeymoon in a couple of pages.
Then the last one from Saigon said
"Honey. I won't be gone long".
Ch.2
We read those old letters. We read those old stories
of campfires and heroes, and raising old glory
Read that old Western Union. The cold printed line
... that told a short story and run out of time
