Poems by Leslie Coulson
The Rainbow
... And I look at the stars - for the stars are beautiful still ...
From the Somme
... While squirrels cracked their hazel nuts on high, ...
From an Outpost
... I mind the deep-thatched homesteads there ...
The God Who Waits
... And souls are sold and souls are bought, ...
Judgment
... So shall I judge Thee, God, not Thou judge me ...
..But a short time to live"
... Youth flickers out like wind-blown flame, &emsp ...
Who Made The Law ?
... And all along the valleys, past gardens, croft, and homesteads, ...
