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iancameron
post 23rd Nov 2007, 07:26pm
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Oh little flower of brightest red, if you could talk, would you tell all?
Would you explain why you grow here, so straight, so proud, so tall?
It cant be easy growing where the ditches border well kept fields,
Where busy farmers hack you down in efforts to increase their yields.
It cant be easy living near the roads where flashing lorries fly,
Bowing to the fast pursuit of cars and coaches, but you try,
To always stand back proud again when they pass by,
With just a sigh.
And when the Southern winds sweep down across the Flanders plain,
You lie quite still ‘till all is calm, then spring back up again.
Do all those passing people know just what your secret’s all about?
That they don’t really give a damn is what it’s all about.

Let’s take them back, my little friend, back ninety years or more.
The fields you grow in now were smashed, by all the hell of war.
The screaming of the airborne shells across a landscape masked by hell,
Where men and horses lived and died down in the mud, with chlorine smell,
Where whole battalions were sucked down into the oozing filth,
Where tangled wire and body parts became a stranded soldiers roof,
Where slime filled shell holes were their homes, but mostly were their graves,
Where living beings were then submerged by massive shell-made waves.
Where twenty thousand of our boys were killed advancing in one day,
Where generals believed that was the price we had to pay.
And five and fifty thousand men of British race were never found,
Their rotting corpses lying broken underneath that sacred ground.

So, little friend, your secrets out, for all the world to see,
Because the place you flourish now is where you have to be.
You grow because the blood and bones of soldiers taint that land,
And even shells that once brought death rust down to lend a hand.
The crushed remains of nations youth give succor to this place,
Allowing now the smile of God to pass across your face.
Your lonely vigil you pursue, each passing year you do re-new
Because without that sacrifice you would not grow at all,
And we would never know the reasons why you grow so tall.
For every one of you that lives, a soldier died in hate,
And you remind us every year, upon that hallowed date.
11/11/18.
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post 23rd Nov 2007, 09:51pm
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unsure.gif that was lovely Ian who wrote this was it you?


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iancameron
post 23rd Nov 2007, 11:01pm
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unfortunatly not Anne,
A young man, nineteen years of age
Called up to join the fight.
Bravely one day he marched away
Telling Mother he would be alright.
Cheerfully he chided her,
But before he joined the parade,
He hugged his Mother, one last time,
And this was the promise he made:

"When I come home,
I'll bring you some flowers
From far across the sea.
I'll send loving thoughts home everyday,
So you'll often think of me.
I must go and do my duty,
But i'll soon be home again,
And I promise I'll bring some flowers."
Three months later the letter came.
It spoke of her young sons bravery,
And told of his deed and word.
His Mother recalled his last promise,
And the Angels overheard.

They sent seeds on the winds from Flanders fields,
From the poppy that grows where he's laid.
So a soldier who dies for his country and King
Could keep the promise he made.
They have grown each year in our gardens
They dance in our hedgerows too,
And every petal recalls a life
Of a soldier that we never knew.
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post 23rd Nov 2007, 11:03pm
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rolleyes.gif thank you Ian very moving


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post 24th Nov 2007, 03:44am
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These are beautiful Ian
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post 26th Nov 2007, 01:09pm
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ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE



TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
HE LIVED ALL ALONE
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE
NO TINSEL NO PRESENTS NOT EVEN A TREE
NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES AWARDS OF ALL KINDS
A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT IT WAS DARK AND DREARY
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING SILENT ALONE
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER
NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT
SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY

THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

THE VERY THOUGH BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE
'SANTA DON'T CRY THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM I DON'T ASK FOR MORE
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY. MY CORPS'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT I CONTINUED TO WEEP

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'
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post 26th Nov 2007, 04:17pm
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unsure.gif had that emailed to me this week Ian very touching and sad


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post 26th Nov 2007, 10:06pm
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OMG Ian that is a right tear jerker, and it has me in tears here. sad.gif


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post 26th Nov 2007, 10:53pm
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that was very sad sad.gif
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