St Georges Day Poems

Here are some St Georges Day Poems, verses and quotes for you to enjoy alongside dragons and horses. St George was a horseman and was chosen as the patron saint of the Knights of the Round Table for that very reason.He is the patron of the Scouts who are encouraged on April 23rd to remember their Promise and the Scout Law. King George V1 instituted the George Cross for 'acts of the greatest heroism or of the most conspicuous courage in circumstances of extreme danger'.Cavalry is derived from chivalry and that is why St George is on one side of the coin "slaying the dragon". Shakespeares Birthday is also celebrated on that day.











St Georges Day Poems

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Dragon.

Behold you wretched people and hark to what I say
For I have come to tell you this is not your lucky day
Just lately I have noticed that my shape is getting thinner
So I have chosen you to be providers of my dinner
I'm sure I needn't tell you what I'll do if you refuse
So let me put it this way, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.
Brian Patten

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THE TRUE DRAGON

St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill

It slept amongst the wild thyme
Where the oxlips and violets grow
Its skin was a luminous fire
That made the English landscape glow

Its tears were England’s crystal rivers
Its breath the mist on England’s moors
Its larder was England’s orchards,
Its house was without doors

St George was in awe of it
It was a thing apart
He hid the sleeping dragon
Inside every English heart

So on this day let’s celebrate
England’s valleys full of light,
The green fire of the landscape
Lakes shivering with delight

Let’s celebrate St George’s Day,
The dragon in repose;
The brilliant lark ascending,
The yew, the oak, the rose
Brian Patten

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St Georges Day Poems

The lady that did first espy
The dreadful dragon coming so,
Unto St. George aloud did cry,
And willed him away to go;
"Here comes that cursed fiend," quoth she;
"That soon will make an end of me."

St. George then looking round about,
The fiery dragon soon espy'd,
And like a knight of courage stout,
Against him did most fiercely ride;
And with such blows he did him greet,
he fell beneath his horse's feet.

For with his launce that was so strong,
As he came gaping in his face,
In at his mouth he thrust along;
For he could pierce no other place:
And thus within the lady's view
This mighty dragon straight he slew.

The savour of his poisoned breath
Could do this holy knight no harm.
Thus he the lady sav'd from death,
And home he led her by the arm;
Which when king Ptolemy did see,
There was great mirth and melody.

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It's a good day to be English
Being as it's, St. George's Day
Be proud of your English blood
And drink gallons of beer today

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St Georges Day Poems

May your blessings outnumber
The weeds that grow
And may troubles avoid you
Wherever you go

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ST GEORGE! St George for England!
Clear rings the ancient cry;
St George! St George for England!
Who dares to do and die?

The fiery cross has called them
From the lonely Highland glen,
And Cambria's lovely vales resound
To the tramp of marching men.

From Erin's shimmering island
They cry is still "They come!"
And Tara's sacred halls resound
To the music of the drum.

They have left the dead unburied,
And the marriage feast delayed
Till Belgium's wrongs are all avenged,
And the Huns' mad march is stayed.

They come from sunny Devon,
From Derby's vales and rocks;
Left are the pen, the loom, the plough,
Deserted are the flocks.

And St George is fighting for them,
While Heaven's vast Hosts, as one
Shall watch by them, and fight for them,
Till victory is won.

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St Georges Day Poems