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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

The Toiler

Linger, weary man,
In the coffee place.
Contemplate the destiny
In your mirrored face--

A destiny of linking
Your days into a chain
As endless as the downbeat
Of the ten-cent song refrain.

Stir the cup, as leisurely;
Pretend the morning break
Is herald of a new day
With bitter things at stake.

Linger, man, and dream;
The coffee is superb.
Or have you left your motor
Running at the curb?
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