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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Down the Lane

Come again to the garden gate
In the little frock you were,
With girded waist and ruffled skirt
And the flowered pinafore.

Stand by the wicket barricade,
Your hand upon the latch,
Your eyes as full of firelight
As jewels set to match.

Pretend once more you bar the way
To any hopeful swain
Who quite coincidentally
Is coming down the lane.

But not for long, oh, not for long!
Open wide the gate,
Remembering how paths divide
When hearts procrastinate.
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