“When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain And see your harvest born. And sweet the little breeze of melody The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree, While the wild poppy lights upon the lea And blazes 'mid the corn.” LittlesLightFallWaterBornTreeSweetHolySpringRainCloudsShakesMelodyGrainHarvestBreezeCornAprilSpringtimePuffPoppiesHoly Water Book:The Complete Poems Source: The Complete Poems
“I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy common to our civilization, and I would not have her (Britain) say that she defended us while we did nothing at home but pass resolutions.” HomeCommonEnemyHistoryCivilizationArmyBritishBritainResolutionIrelandBritish Army Author:Francis Ledwidge
