Informational Site NetworkInformational Site Network
Privacy
 
Home - World War Stories - American Heros - Hero Stories - War Stories - British Navy

World Wars

In Memoriam
[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ...

The United States Marines
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti...

Joyce Kilmer
The first poet and author in the American army to give up his...

Duty
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man...

The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains...

Blocking The Channel
Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri...

The Poilu
The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight...

United States Day
United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ...

The Unspeakable Turk
Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor...

The Quality Of Mercy
There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t...

Where The Tide Turned
It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ...

Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

I Knew You Would Come
We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh...

America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

Harry Lauder Sings
Harry Lauder, an extremely popular Scotch singer and entertai...

The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol...

A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

The United States At War--in France
Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the...



Where The Four Winds Meet






There are songs of the north and songs of the south,
And songs of the east and west;
But the songs of the place where the four winds meet
Are the ones that we love the best.

And where do the four winds meet? you ask.
The answer is ready at hand--
Wherever our dear ones chance to be
By air, or by sea, or land.

So the sailor, keeping his midnight watch
'Mid icicles, snow, and sleet,
Can think of a village near Portsmouth town
As the place where the four winds meet.

And mother, perhaps, and sweetheart true
Pray hard for the North Sea Fleet,
And harder still for the boy who's gone
To his place, where the four winds meet.

And the man on guard at the firing-step,
'Mid star-shells shimmering down,
Can think of his home--where the four winds meet
In some sheltered English town.

And thoughts may fly to the distant trench,
Whatever its name or street,
For Somewhere in France seems far less vague
If we add, where the four winds meet.

And the pilot steers thro' the trackless waste
While the engines throb and beat,
Flouting surprise, with the army's eyes
High up where the four winds meet.

And to those who mourn comes a cheering cry,
Which the angels in heaven repeat,
Grieve not, brave hearts; we await you here--
Here, where the four winds meet.

There are songs of the north and songs of the south,
The east and the west complete;
But here is a song of the place we love,
Which is called, Where the four winds meet.

GEOFFREY DALRYMPLE NASH.

*******************





Next: The United States Marines

Previous: Duty



Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 3387


Untitled Document