Soldier Poets of the Fovant Camps
Sergt J.W.Street, 13th Battalion York & Lane Regiment
From his Poetry Anthology 'Undying Splendour' some of which was written while he was based in the Fovant Training Camp, comes this poem 'Hymn to Life: Hurdcott Camp' inspired by our local woodlands.
I hear thy voice in the lonely pines
When the winds arise in their unknown lair;
In the rush of waves in the caves' confines;
In the skylark's song o'er the moorlands bare.
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt be - mystery!
Sprung in the nebulae of myriad stars;
Thou art the soul of all humanity,
Of men who are thy own true avatars.
Thou are the spirit that dost ever weave
A cosmos from the chaos vast and deep;
A power that eternally dost heave
A consciousness from out a lifeless sleep.
Thou art desire; the birth, the end of race;
The soul of love, of hate, of peace and strife;
The mystery we fear, yet search its face;
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt be - Life!