Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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This poem came to mind after reading the R.I.P comments on the passing of Common Sense and the general longing to get back to the roots of our heritage:~
PUCK’S SONG
See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar
And mark you where the ivy clings
To Bayham’s mouldering walls?
O there we cast the stout railings
That stand around St. Paul’s
See you the dimpled track that runs
All hallow through the wheat?
O that was where they hauled the guns
That smote King Phillip’s fleet
Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,
Men sent in ancient years,
The horse-shoe red at Flodden Field,
The arrows at Poitiers.
See you our little mill that clacks
So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn and paid her tax
Ever since Doomsday’s Book.
See you our stilly woods of oak
And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke
On the day that Harold died.
See you the windy levels spread
About the gates of Rye?
O that was where the Northmen fled,
When Alfred’s ships came by.
See you our pastures wide and lone,
Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a city thronged and known,
Ere London boasted a house.
And see you after rain the trace
Of mound and ditch and wall?
O that was a Legion’s camping place,
When Caesar sailed from Gaul.
And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns.
Trackway and Camp and City lost,
Salt Marsh where now is corn -
Old Wars, Old Peace, Old Arts that cease,
And so was England born!
She is not any common earth,
Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,
Where you and I will fare.
Rudyard Kipling
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