Italy to Austria
We knew that peace had come When driving down the steady tree lined road - No traffic jam of tanks and guns Or silent men on foot.
No long delays When urgent jeeps would slip between: No bridges blown, No signs to say that dust brings shells Or maddeningly roughly-worn diversions -
We knew that peace had come Because the convoys one by one Clocked by at leisured speed,
And in the fields The trucks were parked in squares Patiently awaiting their return After the dust and thunder of the years.
Robin Ivy served in the Italian campaign. Poet and artist.