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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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 Wing'ed One

The wing-ed one from outer space
Returned now to his native star
To tell the other wing-ed ones
How very sick and sad we are.
They thought it quite incredible
The denizens of nether earth
Would go about with ruthless hands
To desecrate their things of worth.
They arched their wings in sorrow
At the sordid news of greed--
Of how the lordly dominate
The groveling millions there in need.
Their eyes were wide with wonderment
To hear of tools men battle with
To kill and scar and mutilate
To prove some old and tattered myth.
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