'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

02 October 2011

Sunday Kipling

Lu and I just finished the shingles on the Storage building. Pics later this week. I'm also still working on the 'Is It Bulletproof" post. I hope to have it up tomorrow. For today it's football, something tasty on the grill and Kipling. Have a great day.

Jubal and Tubal Cain

Jubal sang of the Wrath of God
And the curse of thistle and thorn --
But Tubal got him a pointed rod,
And scrabbled the earth for corn.
Old -- old as that early mould,
Young as the sprouting grain --
Yearly green is the strife between
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the new-found sea,
And the love that its waves divide --
But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree
And passed to the further side.
Black-black as the hurricane-wrack,
Salt as the under-main-
Bitter and cold is the hate they hold --
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the golden years
When wars and wounds shall cease --
But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears
And showed his neighbours peace.
New -- new as Nine-point-Two,
Older than Lamech's slain --
Roaring and loud is the feud avowed
Twix' Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar
And the peaks that none may crown --
But Tubal clambered by jut and scar
And there he builded a town.
High-high as the snowsheds lie,
Low as the culverts drain --
Wherever they be they can never agree --
Jubal and Tubal Cain!


Brigid said...

I hope you never get tired of doing the Sunday Kipling.


Six said...

Thanks Brigid. I'm glad you like it. Kipling will always have a home here.