Posts from This Journal by “poetry” Tag

  • Poem: Annunciation

    Salvation to all that will is nigh; That All, which always is all everywhere, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Which cannot die, yet…

  • Poem: Mary and Gabriel

    Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes water through. And soon, Out of the gold…

  • Poem: Song of the Mad Prince

    Who said, “Peacock Pie”? The old King to the sparrow: Who said, “Crops are ripe”? Rust to the harrow: Who said, “Where…

The vid of Scottish song from We were soldiers is haunting. Great memorial Day post.
Easy to forget that it's not just an excuse to take a long weekend and do some backyard barbecuing.