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 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.
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;
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.
We remember them!
ReplyDeleteSome other very powerful war poems:
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http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15695
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8517593-Dead_Mans_Dump-by-Isaac_Rosenberg
http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3303
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/john-mccrae-in-flanders-fields.htm
http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/owen.htm
great poems MR D and you boys did well to big love marc
ReplyDeleteRemembering and honoring the fallen is so very important...Dianne
ReplyDeletePleased you liked the poems Marc.
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