Cricklade First World War Postcard
This image was kindly donated by Cricklade Museum:
My Little Girl (3)
The crimson of the roses growing round the dear old place,
Was mirror’d in her face as, breathless for a space.
There in few and simple words she read with eyes aflame
The story of the deed which brought him fame;
“But though I’ve won the Cross,” he wrote, “I’m prouder
To know you’re longing just to hear me say:-
By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, & Hunter, the Publishers of the Music.