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The Parade, A Poem and A Neighbour’s garden

10 Nov
It’s Remembrance Sunday and we went to watch the Parade in which both LiveWires 2 and 3 were taking part. T said it made her feel very important to be in her Cub uniform marching along with everyone.

The start of the Remembrance Day Parade

There are many war poems to choose from. I like the simplicity of this one, Perhaps by Vera Brittain,  its honesty and the fact that it applies to the death of anyone dear at any time, not just in wartime.  I posted another favourite poem for today here in 2012.

Perhaps, by Vera Brittain

(Dedicated to her fiance Roland Aubrey Leighton, who was killed at the age of 20 by a sniper in 1915, four months after she had accepted his marriage proposal)

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.

In a neighbour’s garden, after the solemnity of the morning, these flower pots made us smile.

 

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2 responses to “The Parade, A Poem and A Neighbour’s garden

  1. makagutu

    November 11, 2019 at 3:03 am

    That’s a beautiful poem

    Liked by 1 person

     

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