Sunday, 11 November 2012

Lest We Forget ….

Rememberance Sunday
For The Fallen
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon


Debbie said...

We remember them!

Mr.D said...

Some other very powerful war poems:

marc said...

great poems MR D and you boys did well to big love marc

Anonymous said...

Remembering and honoring the fallen is so very important...Dianne

Mr.D said...

Pleased you liked the poems Marc.