MY husband served with the Chindits in Burma. When the War was over, he brought home a poem entitled The Legend of Mad Carrew. I remember this verse, but am not sure, as it is 50 years ago since I read it:
There's a little yellow idol,
To the north of Katmandu.
There's a little mellow cross
Below the town.
There's a tender-hearted maiden
Tends the grave of mad Carrew,
But the eye of the little yellow God...
It's a very long poem. My husband was sent to Korea after the War was over to fight with the Americans and read it in a book that belonged to some library in England. But it was stolen by a monkey or some kind of animal that used to raid the food store. Hope you can get the full poem (the idol had one eye).
Mrs Ethel Donnelly
(nee Tootell)
Cleveland Gardens
Deane
Bolton
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