in their beauty strewed

Here's Margaret Postgate-Cole's famous poem, about World War 1, which she wrote in November 1915 ...

... accompanying picture taken in Harrison Park earlier this afternoon:


The Falling Leaves

Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

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Margaret Postgate-Cole (1893 - 1980)

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