Leslie Coulson

(1889 - 1916 / England)

From An Outpost - Poem by Leslie Coulson

I've tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Through every little ancient town
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.
I mind the old stone churches there,
The taverns round the market square,
The cobbled streets, the garden flowers,
The sundials telling peaceful hours
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.

The Meadowlands are green and fair
Down Somerset and Sussex way,
The clover scent is in the air
Down Somerset and Sussex way.
I mind the deep-thatched homesteads there
The noble downlands, clean and bare.
The sheepfolds and the cattle byres,
The blue wood-smoke from shepherd's fires
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.

Mayhap I shall not walk again
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Nor pick a posy in a lane
Down Somerset and Sussex way.
But though my bones, unshriven, rot
In some far distant alien spot,
what soul I have shall rest from care
To know that meadows still are fair
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.


Comments about From An Outpost by Leslie Coulson

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (12/9/2015 12:10:00 AM)

    Again, he ends with a contrast between beauty of life and the ending of life. Well-written but a constant depressed view of life makes me doubt the wisdom of his poetic heart (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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