An Extract of Reflection
The meanderings of a muddled mind
Sunday, 16 December 2018
The Spirit of the Province (1917)
Reprinted by kind permission of the Editor of the “Morning Post.” Foreword. The Empire’s Honour is the Honour of its Mighty Dead. This...
Wednesday, 12 December 2018
Knocklayd by Moonlight
The silver moon is shining On far Knocklayd; And the night dew glistens On leaf and blade. A white mist is passing Acr...
Wednesday, 5 December 2018
He rattled the sword in its sheath; He threatened; he boasted of might; Earth trembled, his thunder beneath; Day passed for t...
Wednesday, 28 November 2018
Peace! Be still!
“Master, the battle is raging! The shrapnel is falling nigh! The air is polluted with gas fumes, And round me dead comrades lie....
Wednesday, 14 November 2018
The leaves of autumn rustle ’neath my feet, And trees, that in the spring, have looked so fair, And shelter gave through storm or ...
Thursday, 8 November 2018
The Road to Victory
Thorny and broken, crimson paven, Chill with the winds that blow from night; With many footsteps deeply graven, Hidden in shade a...
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
Unknown British Soldier – An Epitaph
He was killed just there, and they buried him Where the wind fills up her cup to brim Of the dews of evening pure and sweet That she ...
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