My Boy Jack?

'Have you news of my boy Jack? '
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back? '
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has anyone else had word of him? '
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find? '
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind-
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

by Rudyard Kipling

Comments (4)

linda you say it all in this poem here because none of us know it all no matter how we try I was told this as sixteen year old by a ninety year old man your poem dug that back for me wishes thomas
Linda, it's not so bad standing in the rain, as long as you've got a good umbrella. Liked this! -chuck
Wonderful write Linda I really enjoyed reading this one the flow was great and the contents also. It certainly rings a bell! ! ! ! ! ! ! Lovely to hear from you. Take care Love Ernestine
Love the humour blanketing regret. Love the rhythm