The leaves fall thick on Acton Vale,
And scurry now before the blast,
And sharp the Autumn winds that wail,
With mournful dirge the Summer past,
A sympathetic mood abides,
As nature seems to cry aloud
With long-drawn sighs, and thus provides,
A requiem for Floud.
* * *
Still fresh his passing, tragic in extreme,
And still more poignant all being told,
The undulating ways of life did seem
Mounted against such merely human mould.
And as we understand and condemn,
Dire fate! Be not appeased or proud,
A sad constituency voices its Amen,
And requiem for Floud.
* * *
But soon will end the Autumn gales,
And stern Winter will come on,
No saddened thoughts can now prevail
Or change a whit of what is gone,
But good thoughts planted can take root,
And brightening Spring disperse the cloud,
And lifetime actions can bear fright
As a requiem for Floud.
©2013 The estate of William O’Donnell (Chiswick)