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Number of posts : 1464 Age : 61 City/Country : london uk Fav MP game : riding tandem(me on the back) Fav MP map : london a-z Fav SP game : birdwatching Xfire : never TeamSpeak : english....the queens Registration date : 2008-08-10
| Subject: rememberance sunday Sun 14 Nov 2010, 11:44 am | |
| The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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skinman {kan} Member
Number of posts : 3169 Age : 76 City/Country : over here   : Clan Member
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| Subject: Re: rememberance sunday Sun 14 Nov 2010, 12:18 pm | |
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields
John McCrae.
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