Sunday, November 8, 2015
Sunday Poetry - Marjorie Wilson
To Tony (aged 3)
(In Memory T.P.C.W.)
Gemmed with white daisies was the great green world
Your restless feet have pressed this long day through -
Come now and let me whisper to your dreams
A little song grown from my love for you.
There was a man once loved green fields like you,
He drew his knowledge from the wild birds' songs;
And he had praise for every beauteous thing,
And he had pity for all piteous wrongs...
A lover of earth's forests - of her hills,
And brother to her sunlight - to her rain -
Man, with a fresh boy's wonder. He was great
With greatness all too simple to explain.
He was a dreamer and a poet, and brave
To face and hold what he alone found true.
He was a comrade of the old - a friend
To every laughing child like you.
. . .
And when across the peaceful English land,
Unhurt by war, the light is growing dim,
And you remember by your shadowed bed
All those - the brave - you must remember him.
And know it was for you who bear his name
And such as you that all his joy he gave -
His love of quiet fields, his youth, his life,
To win that heritage of peace you have.