I stood proudly once,
twenty odd feet towering above
where the wind pushed me higher.
Towers of steel forged by experience
could withstand the idle assaults
that came.
Nearby glances were thought
empowering, nay
sweetly on my heart.
And the fall came.
All at once.
Those memories seem vain nowadays;
twisting the ego tightly round a
hellish nail.
Chill'd nights,
sleepless nights,
cast the daze upon my face.
Nothing escapes.
Nothing holds.
And my cries go unheard.
Grant of Arms: George Frederick Jackson 1917
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Hansons Auctioneers and Valuers recently offered for sale the 1917 Grant of
Arms to George Frederick Jackson (b.1868 d.1948) of Springfield House in
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