Comments about Perdita Young
Over Waterloo Relics
The green grass grows, 'tis scenery everywhere,
Underneath are soldiers fallen century's fertilizer.
The gallant heroes of bygone days now mere clay,
No names carved, and long blown far and away.
Armored was Napoleon, with fame but no fortune,
The man battle-wise，wet-winged in a June foreign.
Martyrs buried, servants of his ambition aglow,
Though heroes brave, they did make a great show.