Wednesday, November 11, 2009

In Remembrance

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke

4 comments:

Unknown said...

A very fitting tribute!

oldcrow61 said...

Lovely Pete.

Anonymous said...

I think you ought to at give tribute to the poet Rupert Brooke who penned this wonderful verse.

The Quacks of Life said...

Anony - yup forgot to do that.

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