A Letter From The Front

I was out early to-day, spying about
From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning --
And when I mounted again to canter back
I saw across a field in the broad sunlight
A young Gunner Subaltern, stalking along
With a rook-rifle held at the read, and -- would you believe it? --
A domestic cat, soberly marching beside him.

So I laughed, and felt quite well disposed to the youngster,
And shouted out "the top of the morning" to him,
And wished him "Good sport!" -- and then I remembered
My rank, and his, and what I ought to be doing:
And I rode nearer, and added, "I can only suppose
You have not seen the Commander-in-Chief's order
Forbidding English officers to annoy their Allies
By hunting and shooting."
But he stood and saluted
And said earnestly, "I beg your pardon, Sir,
I was only going out to shoot a sparrow
To feed my cat with."
So there was the whole picture,
The lovely early morning, the occasional shell
Screeching and scattering past us, the empty landscape, --
Empty, except for the young Gunner saluting,
And the cat, anxiously watching his every movement.

I may be wrong, or I may have told it badly,
But it struck me as being extremely ludicrous.

Poem topics:

Rate this poem:

Add A Letter From The Front poem to your favorites

Add Poet Sir Henry Newbolt to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "A Letter From The Front" poem.
All Sir Henry Newbolt Poems

Popular Poets

Lizzie Bowen (0 poems)
James Brunton Stephens (1 poems)
Thomas Babbington Macaulay (4 poems)
J. M. Synge (8 poems)
Charles Wesley (3 poems)
Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin (4 poems)
Alfred Kreymborg (2 poems)
Sir Thomas Wyatt (8 poems)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (2 poems)
Joseph Blanco White (1 poems)

Popular Poems

Mysteries Remain, by H. D.
The Foot Races, by Hanford Lennox Gordon
Incidents In The Life Of My Uncle Arly, by Edward Lear
Going Blind, by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Pitcher, by Jean De La Fontaine
Transition, by Dorothy Parker
Clarence Fawcett, by Edgar Lee Masters
Tortoise Gallantry, by D. H. Lawrence
The Borough. Letter Ix: Amusements, by George Crabbe
One Bumper At Parting, by Thomas Moore