Happy New Year everyone!

I posted this on Facebook, but it’s so good, I decided to post it here too for anyone not on Facebook. It’s a touching poem by Francis Alexander Durivage that I ran across while reading James Williamson’s book “Mosby’s Rangers.”

That Is All

There hangs a sabre, and there a rein,
With rusty buckle and green curb chain;
A pair of spurs on the old gray wall,
And a mouldy saddle – well, that is all.

Come out to the stable; it is not far,
The moss-grown door is hanging ajar;
Look within! There’s an empty stall,
… Where once stood a charger – and that is all.

All? O, God! It is all I can speak.
Question me not – I am old and weak.
His saddle and sabre hang on the wall,
And his horse pined to death – I have told you all.