8 ("A Lark above the Trenches ..

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.

An analysis of the topic of the appreciation of the lark above the trenches
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Moving to a new town and opting-out of preschool means you will have to be a little aggressive with grabbing folks’ phone number initially. And just shrugging it off when lots of people you meet either work or does not have their child with them in the morning. I promise that there are other people choosing their own adventure education-wise, but it might take some digging to find them. In a new town, an organized class is not a bad idea because you’d have that initial organized chance to meet other moms. However, I find most programmatic things (even library story times) do not offer a chance to get to know other moms. You end up spending the time interacting with/managing your child and their expectations rather than chatting. But a library story time was the place I first met several of my best local mom friends when Lux was little. That was because I aggressively chatted up two interesting women with babies the exact same age, then I suggested we go out for coffee afterwards, and finally one of them said we should trade numbers. We never went to the library together again, instead we met at each other’s houses for the next year.

Break of Day in the Trenches ..

A Lark Above the Trenches - The Chamber Orchestra Of London, ..
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Put a pan of in the oven, went for a walk by myself, a serious snow day perk. Skirted the roaring snowplows. Admired Joe’s work clearing the snow from our block. Stopped for an espresso at a shop that had opened, though left most of the lights off. Read by the dim light a nostalgic glossing speech of a retiring city councilor and the local rates for an overnight garage.

Dreams Dictionary: Meanings of Dreams - Psychologist World

Soldiers who lost their lives fighting in the trenches were forgotten.
"You" refers to the
reader as if we are all guilty of what the poet is about to talk about.
"smug-faced crowds" is used to show how the crowd thinks that they are patriotic for cheering on the soldiers when in reality, they can't relate to the soldiers because they have never experienced war.