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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Frail Dreams

His fragile house beside the sea,
Built of driftwood from the shore,
Leans on the wind precariously
And trembles in the breakers' roar.

On days of calm he combs the beach
For broken scraps of this and that,
Among the things within the reach,
Frail dreams for his poor habitat.

He reads the mystic horoscope
Of sky and rippling sea and land
And holds the silver thread of hope
Trembling in his wearied hand.

Deep in his soul there is a fear
The rolling tide of destiny
Is rising high and coming near
His fragile house beside the sea.
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