Word war one , brought home the reality of war. Kipling pulled a few strings , called in favers. So his son who had bad eye site could fight for King and country. His son's body was never found.
Not this tide.
When d'you think he'll come back?''
Not with wind blowing , and this tide.
''Has any had else had word of him?''
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim.
Not with this wind blowing , and this tide.
''Oh dear , what comfort can I find?''
None this tide ,
Nor any tide ,
Not even with that wind blowing , and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more ,
This tide,
And every tide ;
Because he was the son you bore ,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
Poem by Rudyard Kipling
Posted by Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-08-22 at 20:57
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MY BOY JACK BY RUDYARD KIPLING
Have you news of my boy Jack?''Not this tide.
When d'you think he'll come back?''
Not with wind blowing , and this tide.
''Has any had else had word of him?''
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim.
Not with this wind blowing , and this tide.
''Oh dear , what comfort can I find?''
None this tide ,
Nor any tide ,
Not even with that wind blowing , and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more ,
This tide,
And every tide ;
Because he was the son you bore ,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
Poem by Rudyard Kipling
Posted by Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 643 times
Written on 2010-08-22 at 20:57
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