The Jester In The Trench Poem by Leon Gellert
The Jester In The Trench
"That just reminds me of a yarn," he said;
And look for the body of Lofty Lane
He had a thousand yarns inside his head.
They waited for him, ready with their mirth
And creeping smiles, - then suddenly turned pale,
Grew still, and gazed upon the earth.
They heard no tale. No further word was said.
And with his untold fun,
Half leaning on his gun,
They left him - dead.
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4/19/2024 5:06:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have a book of Leon Gellert poems published 1917. In it, the second line of this poem reads: 'And everybody turned to hear his tale.'