A poem - 08/31/03
This is one of my all time favorites. By John Masefield. Haven't been able to find out when it was written, but I know the writer served in WWI. It's called, A Consecration.
Not of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers
Riding triumphantly laureled to lap the fat of the years,
Rather the scorned- the rejected- the men hemmed in with spears;
The men in tattered battalion which fights till it dies,
Dazed with the dust of the battle, the din and the cries,
The men with the broken heads and the blood running into their eyes.
Not the be-medalled Commander, beloved of the throne,
Riding cock-horse to parade when the bugles are blown,
But the lads who carried the hill and cannot be known.
Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth,
The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth;-
Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the earth!
Theirs be the music, the colour, the glory, the gold;
Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthfull of mould.
Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold-
Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tale be told. Amen.
Hope you guys like this as much as I do. Maby I should have put it in the military section. Anyway, I think anyone who's been to war, can apreciate this.
Not of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers
Riding triumphantly laureled to lap the fat of the years,
Rather the scorned- the rejected- the men hemmed in with spears;
The men in tattered battalion which fights till it dies,
Dazed with the dust of the battle, the din and the cries,
The men with the broken heads and the blood running into their eyes.
Not the be-medalled Commander, beloved of the throne,
Riding cock-horse to parade when the bugles are blown,
But the lads who carried the hill and cannot be known.
Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth,
The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth;-
Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the earth!
Theirs be the music, the colour, the glory, the gold;
Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthfull of mould.
Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold-
Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tale be told. Amen.
Hope you guys like this as much as I do. Maby I should have put it in the military section. Anyway, I think anyone who's been to war, can apreciate this.