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The Soldier
During the First World War, Brooke joined the British Mediterranean
Expeditionary Force, and died of an infection in 1915 en route to
Gallipoli. The most famous lines from his poem The Soldier are often
read in remembrance of those who die far from home fighting for their
country, suggesting that soldiers take a part of their home nation with them to the grave.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. – Rupert Brooke
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A Requiem
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,
The forest-field of Shiloh —
Over the field where April rain
Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain
Through the pause of night
That followed the Sunday fight
Around the church of Shiloh —
The church so lone, the log-built one,
That echoed to many a parting groan
And natural prayer
Of dying foemen mingled there —
Foemen at morn, but friends at eve —
Fame or country least their care:
(What like a bullet can undeceive!)
But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh. – Herman Melville
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Have You?
Have you heard
The rattling of the guns?
The booming of the grenades?
The commanding of your chums?
The whining of the air raids?
Have you seen
The planes fly by
Whilst looking at the moonlit sky?
Seen people hold their hands up high
Whilst shouting “the end is nigh”?
Have you smelt
The stinking of the petrol?
The odour of your team mates’ sweat?
The smell of blood from the medical tent?
The muddy stench of the trenches?
Have you ever felt sadness overwhelm you in Flanders field? – Elliot Longsdale
Lest We Forget
Remember those who died.
Those we loved, the one’s who cried.
As I sit here in my room,
I picture the banging and the boom.
I try to pull myself together as I lie:
They gave their lives to keep us free.
To save the innocent like you and me.
I am thankful for no war,
As we wear our poppies in remorse:
Let’s work together to keep this country our’s
And on each Remembrance Day to wear a flower
So put on a smile and don’t sigh,
Stay together and keep your head held high,
If we stand together, no one will break our power.
Remembrance
Long ago and far away
across the ocean
wild and wide,
the young men stormed
an alien shore
where many of them died.
Here and now
old men remember
the valor and the gore,
and the boyish faces
of their youth
that are young for ever more. – William Bedford
Remember
Each
Man
Eleventh day of the eleventh
Month
Brings silence
Red Poppies
Are swaying in the wind and are
Not forgotten
Collect poppies
Every poppy is every man who died in battle
Days
Are passing but the eleventh month in the
Year we never forget.
The White Cliffs of Dover
There’ll be bluebirds over
The White Cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow just you wait and see.
There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after,
Tomorrow when the world is free.
They shall grow not old
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them. – Laurence Binyon
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
Written between the wars in 1933, Thomas’s poem takes on a broad theme of remembrance and the eternity of the human spirit.
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion. – Dylan Thomas
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Are You Sleeping?
(to the tune of “Frère Jacques”)
See the poppies
See the poppies
Oh so red
Oh so red
Growing on the hillside
Growing on the hillside
Soldiers lay dead
Soldiers lay dead
We remember
We remember
On this day
On this day
Soldiers on the hillside
Soldiers on the hillside
Far away
Far away
Every poppy for a life that was given,
Mothers said goodbye to their sons,
Everyone joined together to save our country,
Memorials stand today so we don’t forget,
Brave, innocent men who gave their lives,
Each and everyone of them,
Remembered. – Brooke Harvey
Remembrance Day
We wear a poppy
On Remembrance Day,
And at eleven
We stand and pray.
Wreaths are put
Upon a grave.
As we remember
Our soldiers brave.
Remembering That Island
In a dream as real as war
I see the vast stinking Pacific suddenly awash
Once more with bodies, landings on all beaches,
The bodies of dead and living gone back to appointed places,
A ten year old resurrection,
And myself once more in the scourging wind, waiting, waiting
While the rich oratory and the lying famous corrupt
Senators mine our lives for another war. – Thomas McGrath
NOVEMBER 11th
In the years of the war
Brave men left to fight
For the lives of others
For the human right.
They all left their families
And marched through the door
To act for their country
To be in the war.
They fought for then
And they fought for us now
Most of them died
Thought it’s a wonder how.
Because they did all for the benefit
Of our country today.
So on November 11th
Our remembrance we pay.
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In Gratitude of Silence
Silent now the soldiers sleep, their tales long laid to rest.
I knew them not yet still I weep and place a poppy o’er my breast.
They were husbands, brothers, fathers, sons; so valiantly they fought.
On shores stained red,on hands and knees; it was our freedom that they sought.
Couageously they stood their ground but freedom carries a cost.
Thousands of men were wounded and countless lives were lost.
So in gratitude of silence and all those who have served,
sleep now, you have earned it. Your peace is well deserved. – Debbie Holick
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. – John McCrae
Shema
You who live secure
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.
Consider whether this is a woman,
Without hair or name
With no more strength to remember
Eyes empty and womb cold
As a frog in winter.
Consider that this has been:
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them on your hearts
When you are in your house,
when you walk on your way,
When you go to bed, when you rise.
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your house crumble,
Disease render you powerless,
Your offspring avert their faces from you. – Primo Levi
I Have a Rendezvous with Death
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air —
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath —
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear . . .
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous. – Alan Seeger
My heart was filled with such delight as I stepped out
and thought my family might have survived.
I couldn’t believe the war was over.
I felt like birds in freedom flying, flying out of sight.
I remembered the people that fought with me and to myself I exclaimed
“GOOD ON YOU CHAPS”.
As I stepped onto a piece of wood I saw it said “Rest in Peace”
So I shoved it into the ground and said
“We will remember
Always and Forever”. – William Wallis
War
Soldiers dying, people crying, families torn apart,
No one happy, everyone snappy, people with broken hearts,
The war is over! Hooray! Rejoicing! Everyone smiling, happy at last,
But wait, what of the soldiers who died, people who cried, the ones who feared, who shed a tear,
The soldiers? They’re buried with a cross over their head,
The people? Still crying, their hearts are dying, and sometimes they wish they were dead,
So, on Remembrance Day, remember the soldiers, the families, the people, remember the things they did for our life, our future.
Remember them. – Syrah
The silence screams across the fields and tears rolled down his face.
His son followed behind him, he dropped to the ground and pulled out
the poppy torch.
The gunfire surrounded the field.
Son, take the torch to victory, don’t let the flame go out, for me don’t.
The bravery, the boldness, the hero inside, his last words won the war.
20 years later
The Flanders field again.
He must pass it on as his father did,
With joy, with hope and most of all courage.
The torch led him the way, son follow the poppy’s code,
The stem will give you strength and the red will bring you bravery.
Goodbye son. – Charlotte Peckover