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Survival Post by :crispycorn Category :Poems Author :David Morton Date :October 2011 Read :2790

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Survival

Men building ships, and women cooking meals,
The mothering girl-child with her doll in arms,
The ploughman trudging at his horse's heels,
The fires we lay, our chill at war's alarms:--
These epic, ancient gestures of the race
Have still the greatness of those great who wrought
In other days than ours, who keep their place
Along our shadowy borderlands of thought.

A word evokes them,--aye, a lifted hand
Stirs slumbrous queens whose sceptres were upraised
For life or death in what forgotten land!--
Where cowherds pass, old Grecian kine are grazed,
And many a rocking-horse and laughing boy
Lead back the tragic chariots of Troy.





(The end)
David Morton's poem: Survival

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