The final lines of the poem Homeward seem appropriate at the end of this weekend event: Old Captain, Prince and Blossom, I see them all so plain, With tasseled ear-caps nodding along the leafy lane, Theres a bird somewhere calling, and the swallow flying low, And the lads sitting sideways, and singing as they go. Well gone is many a lad now, and many a horse gone too, Off all those lads and horses in those old fields I knew; Theres Dick that died at Cuinchy and Prince beside the guns On the red road of glory, a mile or two from Mons! Dead lads and shadowy horses — I see them just the same, I see them and I know them, and name them each by name, Going down to shining waters when all the Wests a-glow, And the lads sitting sideways and singing as they go. (Home, lad, home . . . with the sunlight on their faces! Home, lad, home . . . to those quiet happy places! Theres rest for horse and man when the hardest fight is done, And they go home together at setting of the sun!)
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 17:30:01 +0000
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