The Preacher’s Daughter’s Burden

December 13, 2010 — 1 Comment

This is a poem my daughter Ashton wrote a couple of years ago while studying a famous poem by Rudyard Kipling entitled, The White Man’s Burden.

Her class was asked to write their version of the poem–making it as personal as possible.  The teacher has recognized Ashton’s poem as being very special.  I think it’s pretty amazing and I wanted to share it with you. I’m so very proud of her and think she’s a terrific writer and I’m so proud that she’s this preacher’s daughter. 🙂

I’m a preacher’s son.  My wife is a preacher’s daughter, so we both really related to some of what our daughter expressed.

I’ll first post Kipling poem and then my daughter’s.

The White Man’s Burden


Rudyard Kipling

Take up the White man’s burden —
Send forth the best ye breed —
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives’ need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild —
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.Take up the White Man’s burden —

In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times mad plain.
To seek another’s profit,
And work another’s gain.Take up the White Man’s burden —
The savage wars of peace —
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hope to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden —
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper —
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead!

Take up the White man’s burden —
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard —
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light: —
“Why brought ye us from bondage,
“Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden —
Ye dare not stoop to less —
Nor call too loud on freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden —
Have done with childish days —
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!

The Preacher’s Daughter’s Burden
Ashton Chambers
Take up the preacher’s daughter’s burden–
assume they’re only their best;
There is no atrocious behavior,
that the lady must confess.She is always home on curfew,
no lateness is approved;
And when it comes to sneaking out,
her cellphone is removed.

Take up the preacher’s daughter’s burden–
what you see is what you get.
A colorless personality, though
you haven’t met her yet.

Expect to hear her judgement
on your faults that recur.
You assume that she doesn’t mean well,
but aren’t you judging her?

Take up the preacher’s daughter’s burden–
you think a lie is never told.
That she always tell the truth,
yeah, it’s gettin’ kinda old.

Can’t see rated “R” movies
when opportunity knocks.
But just because that’s true,
doesn’t mean she lives in a box.

Take up the preacher’s daughter’s burden–
assume they’re only the best.
Don’t give the Lady a reason,
for her to go confess. 😉

©Ashton Chambers

One response to The Preacher’s Daughter’s Burden


    I love your thoughts and you are a very good writer. As one preacher’s daughter to another, I could never have done all the interesting things they said we(my sisters) did. We were just ourselves and broke the mold. It is hard to please everyone so I was just myself – blonde, trendy and honest.

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