Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Ever England
For The Battle of Britain Day
Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climb Far up into the English summer sky At the lingering end of a golden time As wild young lads and aging empires die
The Hood and the Rodney still the Channel guard Against the strident Men of Destiny Then shellfire falls; the helm is over hard But the brave old ships keep the Narrow Sea
Dear Grandpa and the boys sport thin tin hats In Sunday afternoon’s invasion drill Gram says he’s too ****** old for all of that But she too smells the smoke of Abbeville
Faith does not pass with ephemeral time: Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climb
Previously published some years ago in longbowsandrosarybeads.blogspot.com before that delightful site was taken over and renamed by Gringottsy grouches and grinches and grumps.