Stalag 6B Lamsdorf 1944
Snow falling
whirling and swirling.
No calling
of birds.
Soft words
\drifting over
the hush of the morning ...
suddenly excited
voices of men, sounding
more like boys,
hoping to be rounding
the clean, cold whiteness
into the brightness\of shining snowballs.
Hurling or curling
balls of beauty;
glittering grenades
of Silesian Snow.
John Dixon
