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Lincoln Remembers, 2009

Lincoln War Memorial, 7th November 2009

FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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 (1869-1943)

 

Gainsborough Remembers, 2009

11th November 2009


IT’S CALLED REMEMBRANCE DAY

In the month we call NOVEMBER, there is a special day,
When the Nation prays in homage ~ it’s called REMEMBRANCE DAY.
They march in celebration, those Veterans of yore,
They honour those brave men that died ~ the men who went to war.

They fought so we could all be free ~ to live in liberty,
We honour their great sacrifice ~ each year we all agree
To kneel in prayer ~ say ‘thank you Lord’ ~ to all who went away,
Especially those who can’t return, those buried far away.

So when you see them marching ~ those Veterans of old,
Remember when they all were young and daring ~ truly bold.
To fight the foe of evil, so we would all then say,
Today’s the day we honour them ~ it’s called REMEMBRANCE DAY.

Ronald John Blain @ 13 September 2009 ~ Copyright 2009