
“The Mirage” is one of eight poems by Cpl. D. Nevitt in Robert Dickinson’s Camp 59 journal, “Servigliano Calling.”

The Mirage
T’was in a lonely desert outpost,
Where a sunburnt sentry lay,
Looking o’er towards the Jerries,
Not so very far away.
The flies for ever buzzing,
Converged upon that spot,
And the burning sun above him,
Made those yellow sands quite hot.
For hours he lay there watching,
But he didn’t mind that day.
For he’d just received a letter,
From a thousand miles away.
For thirteen weeks he’d waited,
Waited so patiently,
And now at last it had arrived,
That note from oversea.

















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