St George
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.
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