St George, a gallant. A dragon slayer.
Knight of the realm. His shield and crest a cross of red
on white, signifying a virgin's purity of heart,
(defence enough against any sinful act or enemy of good).
My country's great defender of damsels and young loyal lads.
A royal favourite, supping at top table with the Queen's ladies;
riding with the King on a snorting white charger
Through an oak filled forest canopied in green.
And as a school girl, I glued the paper cross with pride
onto a cardboard cut-out of a shield. I held the crest
and wooden sword in belief that George and Good
and English Pluck could kill the dragons
of my land; protect the children, poor, and weak,
against evil. And give me strength to fight.