The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1918-08-30
RECEIVED PAPER FROM FRANCE

Il The following newspaper clippin,
has been received recently by Edga
ID. Hale Of Groveland. 1t was sen
n him by his son Charles Farnswortl
now in training in California:
Il Ceres Soldier Sends Poetic
Al Message From the From
81 CERES, May 3-Robert Kyle, thu
son Of Prof. and Mrs. G. w. Kyle
now of Turlock, but eformerly Of
q Ceres, sends the following letter
d which his many Ceres friends would
" like to see reproduced in the Herald
Il He is one of our Baptist young PEG.
HI pie with his name on the honor roll
n of the Baptist church:
"a American Red Cross, Field Hos,
II pital No. Is, A. e. F. France
Il Dear Mrs. Wagner:
@ I have not heard from you for
4 many months, nor have l heard from
ii any one back home, not even my own
u folks.
ID l have, as you can see by my ad-
N dress above, severed my connection
II with the infantry, and am now with
H the Red Cross. like this branch of
Z the service much better than | did
II the line, as it is more the class of
work that l am used to, and | am
4 sure it will mean more to me.
IN l have spent many days in the
front line trenches, and l have been
4 under several German barrages, and
u have acquired several fine souvenirs
from the enemy, of which am
proud. l got poked once with bay
onet, but it did not amount to any
Thing at all hardly. *.
I'LL The spring is just now starting and
Soon the trees will come out in their
gala attire of the warm months l
hope for / have had very dis
agreeable winter and l most GER
tainly will welcom the warmer
weather. I am enclosing little
poem wrote few days ago entitled
Little Mother" l would like to
Tort of surprise my mother with it
30 I thought I would send it to you
and ask you If it would not be a
good plan to have it printed.
Nm l have written several poems since
IN first went up to the front. When
sI first came over got no inspirations
at all, but upon hearing my first
barrage, with the shells shrieking
and bursting all around, the inspira-
tion came and l have been lucky
enough to have had several since.
# How is little old Ceres getting
along nowadays? / hope it will not
be long till can enjoy it's congenial
aquietude once again as I have done
80 often in the past. Ceres is small,
but it holds big place within my
heart all the same.
Nh I have written to Maybell and
Charlie many times, but as yet I have
received no return mail from them
IA suppose it will be along shortly.
How is Mr.. wagner getting along
with the little place now? You folks |
have, think, the prettiest and most |
well worked place in all the country
around.
And say by the way, l would not |
trade little Stanislaus county for the |
whole of France. I don't wonder |
that Columbus wanted to discover
America. He was exceedingly wise,
j think.
Well, think is it time l brought
this dry epistle to close, but don't |
you forget to write me because | |
will get your answer some day.
Su revior moi mon ami,
ROBERT c. KYLE.
little Mother
/ am writing a little poem
To the mother left behind,
And it tell of my longing for her
Over here in this bloody grind.
I am often alone and lonely
On a post out in No Mans Land,
But my thoughts, they go floating
4 homeward
10 my mother in dreams so grand.
dream of you again, dear mother,
AIS you babe me that last goodbye,
And I marched, a proud Yankee SOL
sFSsdier
For my country to do or die.
Countless days have passed since we
parted,
Weary days of hard toll and pain,
But my visions of you have cheered
n me
All I fancy your face again.
How long for your smiles of glad
mess
That are haunting my memory still,
And the love in your eyes beseeching
Even now makes my pulse thrill.
How you held me with hands so
gentle
Closely held to your throbbing
u breast, II
ii that last fond embrace. promised r,
70 live true thru the crucial test. {
The cares Of your hair soft silver
pa my cheek how I fain would feel,
And from lips that are soft as roses
Assweet kiss would ike to steal. ,
little mother, for you there's burn t
Ing ,
deep love that will never die, t
jpnrring on to the fight before us, {
Where the angle of death doth fly.
1h It may be that only in heaven /
viii meet you again, mother dear, I
3pk it matters not what befalls me, r
MA bright star Of your love shines I
Hear. ROBERT G. KYLE. "A