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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Trampoline Queen

The little queen
Of the trampline
Jumped high, high, high.
Some avowed
In the gaping crowd
She often touched the sky.
More wondrous thing
Was how she'd cling
To a phantom air trapeze
As she drifted down
To miss her crown
And land upon her knees.
On day at last They stood aghast
To see her vanish in the blue.

It's fantasy?
Then it must be
You don't know false from true.
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