Poem by Lloyd Heaton
Contributor: A. Beattie Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
Are the tulips booming along the walk,
where we used to go for our evening walk?
Is the robin's nest still in the old oak tree,
by the granary, where it used to be?
Does the corn and grain grow green in the field below,
where my team, and dog, and I used to go?
Are the books I loved still on the shelf,
beside the old chair I treasured for myself?
Does the smell of new mown hay fill the air,
like it used to do when I was there?
And at eventide does the lamp still burn
by the window, waiting till I return?
These are the things I think about;
the thoughts that break o'er the captain's shout.
Do the children play on Cox's hill
and struggle home against their will?
And the two pine trees by the road, where lovers hid,
Do they still go there, as I once did?
These are the things I loved so well;
the bird's sweet song, the gentle bell.
The sound of laughter, the scent of wildflowers
that haunt me now in these fear-filled hours.
And I join my comrades in silent prayer
for God's great gift of a place so fair
Though in the future days we may feel death's icy hand
Keep it the same O'happy land.
Cpl. Loyd W. Heaton