pferguson | December 28, 2018
The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body […]
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Tags: A Richer Dust Concealed, Earth, Heaven, In That Rich Earth, Poetry, Rupert Brooke, The Soldier, Valley Cemetery (France)
pferguson | December 26, 2018
My Boy Jack “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When d’you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Oh, […]
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Tags: Earth, My Boy Jack, Ocean, Poetry, Remembrance, Rudyard Kipling, Sand, Sea, Tide, Water
