Tag: remembrance

To the Poet before Battle

“Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must face the riven dayUnstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbsThe sense of being, the sick soul doth…

The son

Photo & poem of Remembrance on this 100th anniversary

short fall

“…thinking of a gallant multitude Which now all withering lay… Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay”  And we who memorialize these many moons hereafter may never picture  all the manifold contrasts gallants marching as multitudes soldier sweethearts in subdued song and on to landscapes levelled and pocked craters of…