A Scout in Flanders by H.E.
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- Scouts during the wars
- Stories of Scouts during the first world war: Ernest Stafford Carlos
- Stories of Scouts during the first world war: Anthony Slingsby
- Stories of Scouts during the first world war: Roland Philipps
- Stories of Scouts during the first world war: Jack Cornwell
- A Scout in Flanders by H.E.
- The Scouts Roll of Honour
A Scout in Flanders by H.E.
Now, while eternal shells
Are screaming overhead,
And frozen mud – and worse,
Is all I have for bed,
A kind of moving picture show
Goes floating through my head.
I see a bare-kneed boy,
Light-hearted, gay and free,
In shorts and broad brimmed hat,
Encamped beside the sea:
Who’d think to see me now,
That I was ever he!
And then I see bright walls
Gleaming in firelight glow,
And shouts of boyish mirth
Come o’er the Flanders snow.
Once more I’m in the club-room with
My pals of long ago.
And when these pictures fade,
I see a future day –
Myself a Scout again,
Leading at work and play –
Leading a Troop, my very own,
On in the good old way.
Published in the Headquarters Gazette, February 1918
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