Cicely Fox Smith

Minden Day

All morning rang the gardens where grew the roses sweet
With sound of drum and bugle, and tramp of marching feet;
And each man plucked a blossom as he went his onward way,
And gaily bloomed the roses in their caps on Minden Day.

But many a flower was faded ere sank the summer sun,
And many a man lay gasping before that day was done;
When the ranks of foot charged madly on mounted squadrons gay,
The rose of merry England was in the van that day,

The foemen see and wonder: their staggering squadrons reel,
Flung back ere yet they know it, before that wall of steel.
But many a crimson blossom on the ground all trampled lay,
For men fell like leaves in Autumn on glorious Minden Day.

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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  • James Ian Murdoch (7/29/2018 9:42:00 AM)

    Wonderful. Veterans of my old regiment - The King's Own Scottish Borderers - parade each year on Minden Day - with roses in their bonnets!

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