Like rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ’twas wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain – It filled the Wells, […]
In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]
