“For Death came flying
through the air; stopped his flight
at the dugout stair, touched his prey
and left them there, clay to clay.”
‘Rouge Bouquet’ Joyce Kilmer
If I should fall, then bury me
in the churchyard down the lane,
where as a child, Queen Mary’s lace
adorned the wooded way.
There lies a patch of God’s green earth
I have deed and title to;
though time may mute my battle cry
I shall call the final tune.
So let me share eternal peace
with the one who owns my heart,
then side by side our vow to break...
for death would ne’er us part.
Comments
Beeme | December 25, 2010 - 23:52
Really moving and poignant, love the hopeful ending. Merry Christmas and a happy new year :)Hope you had a great day.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 26, 2010 - 08:53
Thanks so much, Beeme;-)
A very happy Christmas to you as well and a joyous and peaceful New Year.
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | December 26, 2010 - 21:04
Very reminiscent of Rupert Brooke's 'The Soldier', dear Tina. A wonderul and moving poem. Well done!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 26, 2010 - 23:01
My thanks to you, Magic. Glad you enjoyed.
If it hadn't been for the I.P. this week, I would never have heard of Joyce Kilmer or her very moving poem, 'Rouge Bouquet', which just goes to show;-)
Tina xxx
Kahdai | December 27, 2010 - 22:51
So beautiful, especially the final part, thank you Tina x K
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 09:58
You are more than welcome, Kahdai x T