Sunday, November 12, 2006
LET US NOT FORGET
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Remembering those who died and should not have.
Remembering all who fought for and still fight for freedom.
There Lie Forgotten Men
They lie there in their thousands
The last rays of sunlight
Catching the white of the gravestones
Lending a poignancy to the moment
Numbering in their thousands they lay
Deserving remembrance
And yet the scarred green fields are empty
Nothing remains here
The processions of people vanished with the years
Their sacrifice all but forgotten
She stands there alone
At the edge of the silent place
And she is shocked
New wars brew and these forgotten men
Will play no part in them
The dead silence warns no ears but hers
In great halls in moments of great decision
What they fought for is forsaken
And by days end new gravestones
Appear on the blood red ground
She finds what she seeks
'Sgt John Malley Age 27'
His life brutally ended
And she stands by his grave
But he can give no answers
And she weeps for him
For the empty hole he left behind
And for the new emptiness
Soon to join the black chasm
And her tears join the flood
Rebecca Sullivan
RANTS, REVIEWS AND NEWS!
'A man has been jailed for a week for stealing a poppy collection box from a bank in Prestatyn, Denbighshire. David Archer, 51, from Rhyl, appeared before Llandudno magistrates, 20 minutes before the UK held a two-minute silence for the fallen on Saturday.'
I think that a week in prison is a waste, this man needs a very PUBLIC community service order to shame him.
Vandals have daubed Nazi swastikas on a war memorial in West Sussex.
Am I stupid because I cannot even begin to grasp WHY someone would want to do something like this.
3,000-mile gap for wedded bliss
A great-grandfather has revealed the secret of his happy marriage - he lives 3,000 miles from his American wife. What a good idea-if they are happy!
After an early wake-up call Beauty seems to have gone back to sleep, however I am sure that today she has a lot more fun in-store for me. I am so too old for this, I am 45 and it is the time in my life for lie-ins on a Sunday morning and grandbabies that can be handed back. Sometimes Beauty is like having twins she is so much work, did I have twins and nobody told me?
What is so yummy about being a mummy?
I have constant black bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and because Beauty has to be watched 24/7 I cannot even shower before I leave to take Beauty to school in the morning. AND most of all- I am always covered in yoghurt! Autism is a tiring thing!
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MISSY
MAMMA BLOGGING ABOUT BEAUTY AND HER SISTERS
An Irish Blessing
(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
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