Rememberance Day in the Dales - Dorothy Una Ratcliffe

It’s a fine kind thought! And yet – I know
The Abbey’s not where our Jack should lie,
With his sturdy love of a rolling sky;
              As a tiny child
He loved a sea that was grand and wild.
              God knows best!
Near-by the sea our Jack should rest.

And Willie – Willie our youngest born –
I fear he might be lonesome, laid
Where the echoing, deep-voiced prayers are said, -
And yet the deep-voiced praying words
Reach God’s heart too with the hymns of the birds.
              In His keep
On the edge of a wood our Will should sleep.
              God knows best!
But the years are young since the lads went west.

Dorothy Una Ratcliffe