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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

October

In her regal dalliance
October lit a flame
That flashed on the maples,
Spelling out her name.

She strode through the aspen,
Pulling down the gold,
Strewing it profusely
On the ancient mold.

Swift along the valley
She raced with the gale
Toward the autmn exit,
Down a winter trail.

But she left such trinkets
In biding memory
As soft light on the land
And glory on the sea.
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