Robert Cant
17 May 1914 - 18 July 2002
an Officer and a Gentleman
still missed, never forgotten, forever my hero
THE ROSE STILL GROWS BEYOND THE WALL
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in Nature's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fail?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.
So beautiful a memory to share.
Posted by: Debra K | May 18, 2010 at 12:28 AM
You made me cry Jane, I love that photo....Happy Birthday Grandaddy xxx
Posted by: northernangel | May 18, 2010 at 08:22 AM
Jane:
Love the poem & picture of Granddaddy, been missing my own Dad lately. Love your blog as I can not buy the magazine anymore. Your one of my favorites.
Posted by: Carol Miller | May 24, 2010 at 03:14 PM