For Veterans day from a Canadian

On 12 Nov 2004 03:31:52 GMT, (TritonRider) wrote:

Probably the U.S. equivalent from the same war, by Alan Seeger. He
died in 1916. One story that I read long ago, which may be completely
apocryphal, was that he was shot by a sniper at a fence, making his
death very close to the poem.

I have a rendevous with Death At some disputed barricade When Spring
comes round with rustling shade And apple blossoms fill the air. I
have a rendevous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and
fair.

It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And
close my eyes and quench my breath; It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendevous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers
appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse night to pulse, and
breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a
rendevous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring
trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall
not fail that rendevous.

Curtis L. Russell
Odenton, MD (USA)
Just someone on two wheels...