Colin F. Jones


Can you see in my eyes what I have seen,
determine from my feet where I have been?
I can know you, but you cannot know me
for I am old, and you are young, you see.
Do you understand that I was young once too;
that you’ll be old and death will come for you
long after death has taken me away;
that you will watch your own grandchild at play?
One day a warrior you will bravely be,
cast from that same mould where God made me;
proud of your flag your people and your name,
with a heart of love and in your soul a flame,
that burns with passion in your gentle eyes,
that all who hate nobility will despise.