Stuart Larner wrote this in honour of his grandfather who fell at Vimy. His email to me said that "It was inspired by the practice
of sending the bullets back from the front at the battle of the Somme. My grandfather was one
of the fallen there".
Grandfather’s bullet
Inside the small gift box
A twisted nail of lead,
A claw shed from Vimy Ridge.
The field surgeon’s letter hoped
That to extract and send it home
Might undo Time and
Close things whole again.
Gran kept this final link.
His body, laid in honoured line,
Now part of the earth they’d won.
The bullet, laid on cotton wool,
A dormant seed.
