Not sure if I have posted this in correct section but here goes.
This is a poem I came across many years ago which I have recently found again in the depths of my computer. Hope you like it.
Tony
This is a poem I came across many years ago which I have recently found again in the depths of my computer. Hope you like it.
Tony
Man at Arms
What are you guarding Man-at-Arms?
Why do you watch and wait?
‘I guard the graves, said the Man-at-Arms,
I guard the graves by Flanders farms
Where the dead will rise at my call to arms,
And march to the Menin Gate’.
‘When do they march then, Man-at-Arms?
Cold in the hour- and late’
‘They march tonight’ said the Man-at-Arms,
With the moon on the Menin Gate.
They march when the midnight bids them go.
With they’re rifles slung and their pipes a glow,
Along the roads, the roads they know,
The roads to the Menin Gate.
‘What are they singing, Man-at-Arms
As they march to the Menin Gate?’
‘The Marching songs’, said the Man-at-Arms,
That let them laugh their fate.
No more will the night be cold for them,
For the last tattoo has rolled for them,
And their souls will sing as of old for them,
As they march to the Menin Gate.
ANON
What are you guarding Man-at-Arms?
Why do you watch and wait?
‘I guard the graves, said the Man-at-Arms,
I guard the graves by Flanders farms
Where the dead will rise at my call to arms,
And march to the Menin Gate’.
‘When do they march then, Man-at-Arms?
Cold in the hour- and late’
‘They march tonight’ said the Man-at-Arms,
With the moon on the Menin Gate.
They march when the midnight bids them go.
With they’re rifles slung and their pipes a glow,
Along the roads, the roads they know,
The roads to the Menin Gate.
‘What are they singing, Man-at-Arms
As they march to the Menin Gate?’
‘The Marching songs’, said the Man-at-Arms,
That let them laugh their fate.
No more will the night be cold for them,
For the last tattoo has rolled for them,
And their souls will sing as of old for them,
As they march to the Menin Gate.
ANON
