Open Poetry #49 |
Centenary of Gallipoli landings 25th April 1915 |
MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Have posted this poem previously, but this is in remembrance of my Grandfather and the many others involved in the Gallipoli campaign. Lest we forget. Sons of Lancashire Poor wee spider spin me your yarn The silver thread perchance so strong Of moonlit sea to icy tarn Of golden days of deeds not wrong This sceptred Isle our love protects From mountain top to valley green In your mind's eye are there regrets Land of beauty no better seen On foreign shores a barrage creeps As field by field and shredded tree A man too soon his mother weeps For he was told to keep us free A body lies in Flanders field His pocket holds the letter read He gave his all he did not yield The white parchment now stained blood red Her words to him were words of love Each folded crease faint perfume still Of new born child for peace a dove Just one last thought just one last will Another boy who could not stay No white feathers Gallipoli From Lancashire now far away A VC day to keep us free His body torn no life within A pocket watch his father gave His love for her, her love for him It could not help, it could not save Their lives that seeped into the ground Their brilliant souls like church stained glass A sole church bell, its mournful sound She stands alone, Lancashire lass |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This is absolutely touching. Using letters, watch, et al, to give praise to the fallen. Wonderful. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Seems to me I remember seeing it before too . . . Regardless, I loved it!! Well done. j. |
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