A poem about perch
Posted: Wed May 22, 2024 2:00 pm
Just discovered a beautiful poem by Edmund Blunden, the poet more famous for his epitaph on the carnage of the First World War:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
He lived in Yalding, Kent and often celebrated Kentish life and village cricket. The poem is called Perch Fishing and can easily be found on the internet. He cleverly describes how another perch will often follow or accompany a hooked perch.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
He lived in Yalding, Kent and often celebrated Kentish life and village cricket. The poem is called Perch Fishing and can easily be found on the internet. He cleverly describes how another perch will often follow or accompany a hooked perch.