Rudyard Kipling Home Poems Poets Rudyard Kipling Poems If— by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, Boots by Rudyard Kipling We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa! Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa— Mother o' Mine by Rudyard Kipling If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! Recessional by Rudyard Kipling God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, The Glory of the Garden by Rudyard Kipling Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, The Power of the Dog by Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.