Young Red Angus Says Goodbye (verse)
Strong, L. A. G.
Young Red Angus Says Goodbye You are going the long journey to the South, my friend: I shall run beside the train while I keep my breath. Three weeks and two days we have had, and this is the end....
...Life is a discipline here till a man be dead, And every parting is surely a taste of death...
...That sort of a fishing is a fishing only in name...
...L. A. G. Strong...
...Think of us in the short days when the big winds blow: Think with your big switch lights, of our one lamp burning...
...Our boat is housed: the winter is dark ahead...
...Every parting is surely a taste of death...
...Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, with the last of my breath...
...I will go along the white sands of Garramor Bay And fish cuddy from Ruach-a-Vor, but it is not the same To be doing these things over now you are away...
...Necessity parts us, or you would not surely go: You must work in your famous southern city of learning...
...I shall not see a serviceable mussel in any pool But I'll see you reach down and pull it up for a bait Against my bidding: but there, wasn't I the fool The night you landed that big fellow, seven-pound weight...
Vol. 11 • December 1929 • No. 5
