Rally ‘Round the Flag

On our way to California in the year of ’63
Through Nevada’s barren land rode Mom and Pop, the girls and me –
Where the dry ground stretched before us, like an endless frying pan
And the alkali filled water wasn’t fit for beast or man.

On our wagon Pop had hoisted the old red white and blue
And those colours looked most beauteous up against the barren view.
In the shimmering heat one morning far ahead we saw a town,
Just a little mining outpost in the desert bare and brown.

As we neared the town a rider, young and fancy in his dress,
Rode to meet our little wagon and these words to Pop addressed
“Take a fool’s advice now mister,” and he eyed our Union flag,
“We don’t tolerate your breed here, best pull down that old dish rag.”

Pop just sat there for a minute, turkey duster cross his knee,
Then he grabbed the flag and raised it up so all the town could see-
Saying “If any man is yearning now to die for dixie land
Let him touch our country’s colours with his dirty rebel hands.”

Then Pop I guess he reckoned it was time to let her rip,
So it’s “Gee-up” tired oxen, and he cracked his black snake whip.
And we rumbled down the main street, while the townsfolk stood and glared
But something in Pop’s manner kept them all a little scared.

And I peered out from the wagon, where the streets with folks were lined
And I softly started singing the first song that came to mind-

“We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although he may be poor, he shall never be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!”

Then all the family joined me as we rattled through the town
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And it cheered our hearts to hear it a-thundering all around
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors, up with the stars;
While we rally round the flag, boys, we rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

Ruby Hill Nevada-1878


A Sign?

Last night I went to a friend and his fiancée’s engagement party, and he told the guests stories of the path that led to their engagement. This was one of the stories. A sign along the path.

“I liked talking with Abigail, but we were not yet in a relationship when our dear patriarch Pastor Alexey Ivanovich greeted me in the lobby one day.” At this all the youth from his church  (everyone at the party but me and my brother) groaned, and there was some laughter. 

“I should explain to Caleb & Ethan that Alexei Ivanovich is the father of our pastor, and he is the church ‘matchmaker’. He will come up to a young man and ask him “How are you?” And when the young man replies ‘Good,’ he gently corrects him:“It is not good for the man to be alone.” 

It was after the service, and Abigail and I were standing together talking when he came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and asked “How are you Timothy?”  I replied “Good.” 

He looked at me, and he looked at Abigail standing with me, and he said “Good. That’s good Timothy.”

The Peregrine Knight: Part XII –The Conclusion.

The Peregrine Knight. Part I

Then rode they out beyond the forest’s bounds
And soon came to a country wide and fair
With farms and verdant meadows all around
Where blooming orchards perfumed all the air
And when they asked the crofters living there
Whose lands these were, the men to them replied:
“The Countess of the Forest now rules here,
(Though we before by an earl were despotized),
From here her lands stretch further than a full day’s ride.”

O’er hill, down dale, where lightly blew the rain,
They onward made their way till Caerleon
They saw down by the sunny river plain,
Her towers and bridges and pavilions
All brightly decked. And there a festal throng
The wide and narrow streets did overfill
As overrunning cup. And there among
That holy-feast-day crowd they passed until
They came unto the castle great that crowned the hill.

And as they passed into the high-beamed hall
The lowliest porter to the noblest knight
And highborn ladies were astonished all
By her beside the knight, slender and tall,
As silver birch, with jet-black brows as bows
Taut for the the hunt, and hands as white crystal.
And all the court was eager then to know
The countess’ tale, and of the earl’s overthrow.

Then good King Arthur blessed the happy pair
And said “You’re passing welcome unto me,
And we shall see you wed this day, and share
With you in  joy, sweet songs, and revelry.”
And so it was, they feasted royally,
And drank from out gold-mounted drinking horns.
And knights from Cornish coast and far Orkney
In tabards bright, with ladies fair adorned
In silks and gems, all feasted there till rosy morn.

And when the sounds of British bagpipes’ squeal
And laughter’s peal, and ancient harper’s lay
Were faded from the hall, the guests did steal
Away to sleep all through the early day.
And four months more at court the knight did stay,
His wife beloved by all the maidens there,
But when the summer’s swifts had flown away,
And swallows took to wing, he made his prayer
Unto the king, that they as well might go from there,

And ride again together through the wilds
(Before white snow the vales should overlay)
Through autumn’s  golden trees and empty fields
Upon the road that goes the wild way,
And take that winding path for many a day
Unto the castle where they twain should dwell
Deep in the forest holding righteous sway.
The knight’s request did please King Arthur well,
And so they went, but of their tale no more I‘ll tell.

The Peregrine Knight: Part Eleven.

The Peregrine Knight. Part I

When evening wrapped the castle in its cloak
And warm winds wed the fragrance of the night —
The woodland after rain and torches’ smoke —
High in the tower sat the wounded knight
And listened after meat as his delight,
The countess, softly sang a psalm of yore,
Of wicked men as trees, who reach great height,
Whose flourishing branches spread the country o’er,
But suddenly are felled and burned, and seen no more.

Three weeks he tarried there within her lands
And caused tribute and honour to be paid,
While government she took within her hands.
And when he had so long beside her stayed
As Whitsuntide drew on, he told the maid:
“I must this coming feast in Caerleon keep
And cannot here much longer be delayed.”
Then paleness cross her rose-red cheek did creep
And as rose-petals fall, so fell she in a heap.

He lifted her from off the flagstones cold
And gently led her to her stately chair,
“Lady”, he said, “more wise than can be told:
Can I believe that I could ever bear
From out the forest the flower that I found there?
That you should at the court stand by my side,
Beyond its splendours wonderfully  fair,
And pledge before the King to be my bride?”
”No magic of the forest holds me here.” the maid replied.

“Then take my hand fair lady of this place,
Your hand in mine to me shall witness be
That truly you’re with me. And when your face
In shining summer smiles sheds light on me,
And I shall look into your eyes and see
A loveliness unfathomable as the the sea,
That shall a second faithful witness be.
But if I still should doubt my ecstasy,
Then speak, so I may know by these witnesses three.

The Peregrine Knight: Part Ten.

The Peregrine Knight. Part I

The Peregrine Knight: Part Nine.

Part X: In which the fight between the Raven Earl and the Peregrine Knight continueth.

But stumbling back, upon the root he tripped-
The earl’s sword stroke high, fast stuck inside
The old yew’s trunk, and though the earl gripped
The hilt and strove to free’t, from him it slipped,
And of a sudden the swordless man looked small
As does a bird when of its plumage stripped.
The red stained knight then rose up from his fall
And from the tree a falcon rose with hunting call.

That sword, sunk deep, for many a year
Within the old yew’s hard-clenched  grasp lay fast,
And by its rusted hilt many would hear
The tale of what upon that day had passed,
Of how the two had strove until at last
The craven earl had swordless turned to fly,
And how the rushing wind with stormy blast,
And lightning then made war across the sky
Curling and twisting there with thunderous battle-cry.

Scorning the flashing blade within his hand
The knight his fearful foe caught ‘round the girth
And bracing him, with arms as iron bands,
Did cast him headlong hard upon the earth,
Unlaced his helm, and thus spoke to him first:
“Are you that earl who has the maid oppressed?”
(And o’er their heads with rain the black rack burst,)
“I am the earl” the fallen man confessed
And will restore to her all that she first possessed”.

The knight then said “Your earldom give or die!
And meat and drink and arms and horses too
Enough for twice two hundred men’s supply.”
(All this in her high name he bade him do
With sword point poised to pierce his bare throat through,)
“And you shall in her power here remain
And in her thrall your foul misdeeds rue
As in her dungeon dark you lie enchained.”
“This will I do” the earl replied. And ceased the rain.

The countess on the ground then kneeled and prayed,
And she looked up into the open sky
While in the mud where Raven-Earl was laid
The knight looked down with tired and blood-drenched eye.
Across the land one line of light did lie
And made the victor in his armour blaze
As happy star; And since it was not dry
From off his helm shone rainbow aureole rays
And made for him a crown more beautiful than bays.