Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
Epitaph for the Unknown Soldier, W H Auden
Soldier's Dream
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.
Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918
5 comments:
Good post, Cheryl.
:-)
Of same mind, you and Z.
I've been reading Wildred Owen all morning. Should be required text for the world on remembrance day.
Very nice. The Poppy Appeal sounds like some of the work the Soldiers' Angels
http://www.soldiersangels.com/
do here in the U.S.
Becky :)
Very moving Cheryl.
I'm back by the way hon :-)
I'm here
http://innergirlreturns.blogspot.com
I would have had my old address back, but some damn spam blog nicked it.
How are you?
what monumental heartache expressed so simply...
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