Reading about the 1918 Flu Pandemic in Rochester in the paper on 10/13/1918, I come across a book review for the work of Dara Sigerson who was described as one the real poets of Ireland.  She had died in 1/1918 in Ireland. Before her death, she had gathered some of her poetry together for publication.  The poems of the book covered the time around the Great War (World War I).  Then I found myself finding the book in Google Books, and then wandering Ireland during the Great War.

A selection from “The Road of the Refugees”

“..Hear the lost feet straying, from the roadway slipping.     They will walk no longer in this march appalling
Hear the sound of rain dripping, dripping, dripping,
Is it rain or tears? What, O God, is falling?”
For more information about her life click here.