MY LADY NICOTINE
(With thanks to all givers of cigarettes)
The hills of old Gallipoli
Are barren and austere,
And fairy folk, unhappily,
Are few indeed out there.
But one I know whose industry
Both night and day is seen,
For all attest her ministry—
My Lady Nicotine.
“APRICOT AGAIN!”
Drawn by DAVID BARKER
I do not pen unfeelingly
These random lines of thanks,
For I, in old Gallipoli,
Am fighting in the ranks.
However long the day may be
Or cold the watch of night,
My lady finds unerringly
The road to the respite.
Her gift is small and seemingly
Of little value, yet
It teaches me so charmingly
To think and to forget.
So I and those along with me
In all this dreary scene
Unite in giving thanks to thee,
My Lady Nicotine.
H. G. Garland.
