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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Oxford in War-Time



UNDER the tow-path past the barges   
  Never an eight goes flashing by;   
Never a blatant coach on the marge is   
  Urging his crew to do or die;   
Never the critic we knew enlarges,           
  Fluent, on How and Why!   

Once by the Iffley Road November   
  Welcomed the Football men aglow,   
Covered with mud, as you’ll remember,   
  Eager to vanquish Oxford’s foe.            

Where are the teams of last December?   
  Gone—where they had to go!   

Where are her sons who waged at cricket   
  Warfare against the foeman-friend?   
Far from the Parks, on a harder wicket,            

  Still they attack and still defend;   
Playing a greater game, they’ll stick it,   
  Fearless until the end!   

Oxford’s goodliest children leave her,   
  Hastily thrusting books aside;            

Still the hurrying weeks bereave her,   
  Filling her heart with joy and pride;   
Only the thought of you can grieve her,   
  You who have fought and died.    



W. Snow
 

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