Louis Larsen worked as an English instructor for the majority of his adult life. In that time, he produced many works in both novels and poetry. Louis also worked as a ghost writer for many others, as well as newspapers throughout Utah. The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished. Much of his work reflects a haunting feeling of loss, pain and betrayal. This comes from the loss of his son, Thomas Larsen, in World War II. Tom served with the 85th Mountain Infantry of the 10th Mountain Division, where he served with distinguished honor, and paid the ultimate price for his commitment. Tom lost his life on Riva Ridge, Mount Belvedere in February, 1945. This loss haunted Louis for the remainder of his life. Many of his poems reflect this pain and leave a legacy of the emotional priced paid in the wake of war.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Hymn of the Hobo

Keep your jingle, leave me mine,
Where I can mingle with the stars
Or lie and ponder space and time
While you count sheep or dream of wars.

Comes the dawn. . .good morning world!
I raid my slender bindle pack
And breakfast like the king I am
Before I saunter down the track.

I have no truck with ends or aims
You struggle for so futilely.
The far horizons closed to you
Are open passages to me.

As for the day of reckoning
you hold in such austere regard--
 A starlit track across the bar
Will be my rich reward.
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