I was sitting and thinking about my past life - the wars I was in, the games I played, Officers and Gunnys I would follow into hell, the two branches of the US Military I proudly served (and retired from), the College I spent my last 20 years working (and retired from), countries I have been in, and most importantly, friends thru out the years who are no longer here.
This poem by A.E. Housman was quoted while watching "A Touch of Frost", Season 4, Episode 2, one of my favorite British TV mystery shows. DI Jack Frost was eating and thinking about the past, when one of the pub owners quoted this poem. I liked it, had to look it up, and after reading, thinking for a few days about what was written and realize how correct A.E. Housman was, so, I figured I would share. Here it is. Enjoy....
A Shropshire Lad, XL
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
-ab
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