Friday, January 4, 2013

His saddle and sabre hang on the wall

Happy New Year everyone!

I posted this on Facebook, but it's so good, I decided to post it here too for anyone not on Facebook. It's a touching poem by Francis Alexander Durivage that I ran across while reading James Williamson's book "Mosby's Rangers."

That Is All

There hangs a sabre, and there a rein,
With rusty buckle and green curb chain;
A pair of spurs on the old gray wall,
And a mouldy saddle - well, that is all.

Come out to the stable; it is not far,
The moss-grown door is hanging ajar;
Look within! There’s an empty stall,
Where once stood a charger - and that is all.

The good black steed came riderless home,
Flecked with blood-drops, as well as foam,
Do you see that mound, where the dead leaves fall?
The good black horse pined to death - that is all.

All? O, God! It is all I can speak.
Question me not - I am old and weak.
His saddle and sabre hang on the wall,
And his horse pined to death - I have told you all.


Megs said...

Wandered in from Pinterest. Thanks for posting this- it sort of reminds me of "Patterns", by, I think, Seawell.

Jessica James said...

Thanks for stopping by!

And I quote...

"[L]et us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Strengthened by their courage, heartened by their valor, and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died."
--Ronald Reagan at Pointe du Hoc, 1984