ONE FROM THE ARCHIVE FOR REMEMBRANCE DAY.

FOR THE FALLEN by Laurence Binyon
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…
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Thank you – Janet. xx
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Such immensely beautiful words Sarah, thank you for posting them, your image is most fitting.
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It’s so good to read the whole poem, isn’t it. Thank you, Jane.
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Wonderful Sarah 😉
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Beautiful image and deeply felt words. Thanks, Sarah.
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Thanks, Olga. It’s a pleasure.
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That was lovely, Sarah. Huge hugs. 🙂
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I’m glad it moved you, Teagan. Talking of which, it’s suddenly occurred to me that you would enjoy my history blog! https://firstnighthistory.wordpress.com/
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Very nice to see the whole poem, and not just the familiar words, Sarah. A touching and fitting tribute on this special day.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Yes, it is. I’m glad you liked the post, Pete. Thank you.
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A beautiful and most appropriate picture to accompany this most poignant of poems.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Bless you, David. It was lovely to see it in full on your post.
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A beautiful tribute Sarah.
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Aw, thanks, Mary.
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Beautiful tribute 🙂
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Thanks, Joanne.
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