A poem for an older George
Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2004 4:39 pm
A poem for an older George on this special day. It is an old poem and used by Morris Dancers in village festivities.
" Here come I, St. George;
From Britain did I spring.
I'll fight the Dragon bold,
My wonders to begin.
I'll clip his wings,
He shall not fly;
I'll cut him down
Or else I die!"
Bye the way, he was from Palestine. That fact alone is worthy of a little mental note. A thousand years ago, a Palestinian became the Patron Saint of England. A well known European country. Perhaps some well meaning soul would like to throw a drop or two of acid on that one. It is his birthday, but don't let that stop you from ignoring a thousand years of human history and having a go at him and us. After all, who would have thought it? The English celebrate the birthday of a palestinian!
If it does nothing else, I hope it puts everyones' perspective into a true focus of how millions of people have been used, abused, venerated, worshipped and 'sold down the river' for hundreds of centuries.
" Here come I, St. George;
From Britain did I spring.
I'll fight the Dragon bold,
My wonders to begin.
I'll clip his wings,
He shall not fly;
I'll cut him down
Or else I die!"
Bye the way, he was from Palestine. That fact alone is worthy of a little mental note. A thousand years ago, a Palestinian became the Patron Saint of England. A well known European country. Perhaps some well meaning soul would like to throw a drop or two of acid on that one. It is his birthday, but don't let that stop you from ignoring a thousand years of human history and having a go at him and us. After all, who would have thought it? The English celebrate the birthday of a palestinian!
If it does nothing else, I hope it puts everyones' perspective into a true focus of how millions of people have been used, abused, venerated, worshipped and 'sold down the river' for hundreds of centuries.
