We will remember them. Rememberance Sunday 12/11/06

[nanrobbo]

They shall grow not old

As we that are left grow Old

Age shall not weary them

Nor the years condemn

At the going down of the Sun

And in the morning

We will remember them

We will remember them

Lest we forget.

Amen.

[upinwath]

:thumbsup:

[Tuppie]

"Please wear a Poppy", the lady said

And held one forth, but I shook my head.

Then I stopped to watch to see how she would fare -

Her face was old and lined with care,

But beneath the scars that the years had made

There remained a smile that refused to fade.

 

A boy came whistling down the street,

Bouncing along on carefree feet.

His smile was full of joy and fun,

"Lady", he said, "may I have one?"

As she pinned it on I heard him say

"Why do we wear a Poppy today?"

 

The lady smiled in her wistful way

And answered, " This is Remembrance Day.

The Poppy there is a symbol for

The gallant men who died in war,

And because they did, you and I are free.

That's why we wear a Poppy, you see!"

 

"I had a boy about your size,

With golden hair and big blue eyes.

He loved to play, and jump and shout -

Free as a bird he would race about.

As years went on he learned and grew

And became a man as you will too".

 

"He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,

But he seemed with us just a little while.

When war broke out he went away -

I still remember his face that day,

When he smiled at me and said, "Goodbye -

I'll be back soon, so please don't cry".

 

"But the war went on and he had to stay -

All I could do was wait and pray.

His letters told of the awful fight -

I can still see it in my dreams at night.

With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,

And mines and bullets, the bombs and fire".

 

"Until at last the war was won,

And that's why we wear a Poppy, son".

The small boy turned as if to go

Then said, "Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.

That sure did sound like an awful fight,

But your son - did he come home all right?"

A tear rolled down each faded cheek -

She shook her head but didn't speak.

I slunk away - head bowed in shame

And if you were with me, you'd have done the same.

For our thanks in giving is oft delayed,

Though our freedom was bought and thousands paid.

 

And so you see - when a Poppy is worn,

Let us reflect on the burden borne

By all those who gave their very all

When asked to answer their Country's call.

That we at home in peace may live -

Then wear a Poppy - remember - and give!

 

By: Unknown Poet

 

Lest We Forget

[nanrobbo]

That is beautiful Tuppie, thank you. I of course came in a week early- getting old you see!

But we should remember them every day.

[double]

I Shall be at Barkers Pool sunday

[DavidRa]

"Please wear a Poppy", the lady said

And held one forth, but I shook my head.

Then I stopped to watch to see how she would fare -

Her face was old and lined with care,

But beneath the scars that the years had made

There remained a smile that refused to fade.

 

A boy came whistling down the street,

Bouncing along on carefree feet.

His smile was full of joy and fun,

"Lady", he said, "may I have one?"

As she pinned it on I heard him say

"Why do we wear a Poppy today?"

 

The lady smiled in her wistful way

And answered, " This is Remembrance Day.

The Poppy there is a symbol for

The gallant men who died in war,

And because they did, you and I are free.

That's why we wear a Poppy, you see!"

 

"I had a boy about your size,

With golden hair and big blue eyes.

He loved to play, and jump and shout -

Free as a bird he would race about.

As years went on he learned and grew

And became a man as you will too".

 

"He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,

But he seemed with us just a little while.

When war broke out he went away -

I still remember his face that day,

When he smiled at me and said, "Goodbye -

I'll be back soon, so please don't cry".

 

"But the war went on and he had to stay -

All I could do was wait and pray.

His letters told of the awful fight -

I can still see it in my dreams at night.

With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,

And mines and bullets, the bombs and fire".

 

"Until at last the war was won,

And that's why we wear a Poppy, son".

The small boy turned as if to go

Then said, "Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.

That sure did sound like an awful fight,

But your son - did he come home all right?"

A tear rolled down each faded cheek -

She shook her head but didn't speak.

I slunk away - head bowed in shame

And if you were with me, you'd have done the same.

For our thanks in giving is oft delayed,

Though our freedom was bought and thousands paid.

 

And so you see - when a Poppy is worn,

Let us reflect on the burden borne

By all those who gave their very all

When asked to answer their Country's call.

That we at home in peace may live -

Then wear a Poppy - remember - and give!

 

By: Unknown Poet

 

Lest We Forget

Tuppie

I have not read this poem before it is very poignant.

[cat631]

Hello Tuppie. I thought I new my WW1 poetry but have not read this one before. On November 11th my family and I will be at Ploogesteert Memorial in Belgium where my Uncle Fred is commemorated, he died in 1918 aged 18 serving with the 11th East Yorks. I shall take a copy with us and display it for all to see.

Thank You.

[fox20thc]

I will be remembering my grandad..

[Tuppie]

Hi.

cat631

I thought I new my WW1 poetry but have not read this one before. On November 11th my family and I will be at Ploogesteert Memorial in Belgium where my Uncle Fred is commemorated, he died in 1918 aged 18 serving with the 11th East Yorks. I shall take a copy with us and display it for all to see.

Thank You.

 

Please do.

 

Double

I Shall be at Barkers Pool sunday

 

So will I .........

 

Tuppie

[retep]

Whilst on the subject of WW1 poetry, does anyone recognise this one, taken from an old autograph book, unfortuanately no signature, but possible wounded soldiers, one name among them cpl. G. McLear 8TH Canadians

 

The Hour of no Regrets:

A Sunday morning Reverie May 20th-21st 1916

 

No smile too sweet , no kiss too long ,

No fib too neat , no sip too strong ,

No costly dower of dunful debts,

Besmirch that hour of no regrets.

 

No blighted troth , no worthless shares ,

No speeches wroth , no vested mares ,

No soul to scorn , no boastful bets ,

Mar that brief hour of no regrets.

 

No trumpet rose , no nightmare shock ,

Broke bounds from 2 to 3 o’clock

No penance waits , nor sorrow frets ,

My holy hour of no regrets.

 

How black so’eer my past may be ,

I did no sin from 2 to 3 ,

Time in a golden circle sets ,

That jewelled hour of no regrets.