A Saxon Song – Victoria Sackville West

Tools with the comely names, 

Mattock and scythe and spade, 

Couth and bitter as flames, 

Clean, and bowed in the blade,– 

A man and his tools make a man and his trade. 
Breadth of the English shires, 

Hummock and kame and mead, 

Tang of the reeking byres, 

Land of the English breed,– 

A man and his land make a man and his creed. 
Leisurely flocks and herds, 

Cool-eyed cattle that come 

Mildly to wonted words, 

Swine that in orchards roam,– 

A man and his beasts make a man and his home. 
Children sturdy and flaxen 

Shouting in brotherly strife, 

Like the land they are Saxon, 

Sons of a man and his wife,– 

For a man and his loves make a man and his life.

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One Response to A Saxon Song – Victoria Sackville West

  1. Ashish kumar says:

    beautiful poem… 🙂

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