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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Memorial Day

The blossoms wilting in the sun
Are silent testament
The flowering is an episode,
The falling petals the event.

Their wistful scent and coloring
Enshrine a borderland
Where hand of flesh is reaching out
To touch a phantom hand.

Every path is hallowed here.
Every legend on a stone
Is a whisper from the ground
To one who kneels. . .alone.

The memories capitulate,
No futile tears are shed.
Memorial is for all of us
In this vast flower bed.
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