by Dwight Dodge, Quesnel, BC
February 19, 1995
A Barry of six, black and gold,
A Pale of crimson red:
Shown upon these Arms, I'm told,
Some drops of milk are shed;
Like drops of human kindness,
A nourishment of soul,
The giver of full healthfulness,
The filler of our bowl.
Edward the First did thus bestow,
To Peter Dodge and heir,
These Arms, to lift and show;
To rightly have and bear.
For faithful service to the crown
Against unnumbered foe:
For standing firm, when hope was down,
Against the sword and bow.
In the Crusade, that bloody fray,
They fought with jealous pride.
Many Fanatics, did they slay,
But, failed to turn the tide.
They battled with the Scottish Throne,
The fight would wax and wane.
Bold Edward stole the Stone of Scone,
For England to retain.
Near fair Carlisle, they fought with Bruce.
There, Edward met his end.
His men fought on without a truce,
But, Scotland would not bend.
Men still possess the age-old Shield,
Complete with shiny sword;
Now never seen on battle field,
Defending King and Lord.
Today it hangs in full display
Upon the owner's wall.
Through all the years to present day,
It speaks of rise and fall.
It brings a message from the past---
Be strong, be brave, be free.
As long as these Arms shall so last,
They speak to you and me.