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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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, November 9, 2014

Forever Spring

Tall in petaled loveliness,
Limned against the glass,
Her garish red geranium
Nods coyly as you pass.

Bemused at how you're bundled
To fend against the storm
Beckons you invitingly
To come in where it's warm.

The hands that made this blossoming
Enshrine one little spot
Where springtime is forever
In a flower pot.

(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)

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