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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Gossamer Angel

Our Christmas tree is a rendezvous
For the migrant crowd and the binding few;
For the ones we touch by reaching out
And the ones we only dream about.
Blithe carols lilt on the vibrant air,
Reminiscent, everywhere,
The spangled tune and the olden song
Echoing the days long gone.
The pine, bedecked from base to crown,
Wears baubles new and handed down.

Swift through a haze of memory,
A child is there by a phantom tree,
The gossamer angel in its hand,
Poised for flight to a shadow land.
Tonight it reigns in lovely grace,
Its wings atilt at the topmost place.
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