I was walking by the cathedral, coming out of town,and came to a halt at the
line of scouts
marching for St George. It was Sunday and this
was a delayed parade and my mind went back
to the blue bound school log books the head
allowed me to quarry and the repeated thump
of reports on Empire Day. And I thought
of bugles blowing somewhere, and mud fields
as bands now began a march a trumpet blow.
--
David Bircumshaw
"Nothing can be done in the face
of ordinary unhappiness" - PP
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