Stalag Snowfall: Poem from Stalag 6B Lamsdorf 1944

Stalag Snowfall
John Dixon

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

Sole survivor of Wellington Z1596 in July 1942

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