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Drummer Hodge

by Thomas Hardy

−0.5053 − 0.6349i

Drawing the boundary…

Desert Wind: The Ballad of Lawrence

by Richard

−0.5424 − 0.6297i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Drummer Hodge

by Thomas Hardy

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined — just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the drummer never knew—
Fresh from his Wessex home—
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His stars eternally.

Desert Wind: The Ballad of Lawrence

by Richard

Across the dunes, a tale unfolds
Of one man's daring, brave and bold
A warrior-scholar, desert-bound
Lawrence of Arabia, world-renowned

In sands of gold and skies of blue
A British soldier, bold and true
With Arabs riding at his side
Lawrence of Arabia would ride

Lawrence, Lawrence, desert wind
Defying rank, he'd never bend
From Sinai to Damascus' fall
His legend would outshine them all

No uniform or brass for him
He led by wit and desert vim
The Turks he fought with tactics bold
While mocking brass and rank untold

Guerrilla warfare was his game
The desert knew and feared his name
With Bedouin tribes he found his place
And led them on a victor's race

When war was done, he sought no fame
Just peace and quiet, a simpler name
But legends never truly fade
His tale in books and film was made

On two wheels flying, wind in his hair
No enemy could catch him there
But fate, it seems, had other plans
On English roads, his final stand

Lawrence, Lawrence, desert wind
Your journey's reached its bitter end
From Arabic sands to English shore
Your spirit rides forevermore

The sands of time may shift and blow
But Lawrence's legend continues to grow
In war and peace, he blazed a trail
A desert wind that will not fail

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