Sunday, 13 November 2011

Remembrance Sunday




The Solider

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.


Rupert Brooke

1896 - 1915 (aged 27)

6 comments:

NORWOOD UNLEASHED said...

A beautiful tribute. we shall remember.
norwood

bbes tribe said...

Beautiful remembrance. Thank you.
Ernie,Sasha,Chica,Lucas

The Army of Four said...

That's beautiful, Wizz!
Play bows,
Zim

Valerie said...

Amen.

Farmchick said...

Excellent

LakeConroePenny,TX said...

Thank you for your comment, Wizz.

Yes, War is terrible, and no one seems to remember how bad, when they start another one.

Hopefully Dare's foot is better, and he has stopped wearing the cone.

Many Happy Returns to you.

Happy Tails, Trails and Trials, Penny.