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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Unrelinquished Day

One  day, remembering,
Fashion a boquet
With a sprig of everything
Redolent of May.

Center it with bluebells
That grow beneath the fir
Where you breasted tangled vines
Hand in hand with her.

Pick a dozen daffodils
Golden as her hair.
Wade a strem to fetch them.
They still are blooming there.

Then spray of wild rose
That leans across the rail
Where you and she sat barefoot
As in a fairy tale.

Recaptured all the fragrances
In your bright boquet.
Live again and love again
One unrelinquished day.
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