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Poem: Remembrance: Old Soldiers at the Cenotaph

Remembrance: Old Soldiers at the Cenotaph


The Bath chair or the Zimmer frame,

The agèd, gnarled, claw-like hand:

Was it to this that heroes came

In England’s green and pleasant land?


Do generations give just due

To those who faced the direst foe:

The Senior Service and the Few,

The BEF of long ago?


Burma – (Blenheim, Ramillies –),

The Mons Canal, El Alamein,

The ancient wars that won the peace

Are figured in their names again;


The trenches of the Kaiser’s war,

The aerodromes at grass in Kent,

The surge of ships in seas afar,

The bagpipes in the Orient –


‘Old men forget’?  No.  These persist,

Though backs are bent and eyes are blear,

The best who graced the Army List

When backs were straight and eyes were clear.


Or do they wish they slept beside

Their fellows who will not grow old,

The proven true however tried,

Refined from dross and wholly gold?


Ghost-comrades in a rank and file

That reaches back past Waterloo

Fall in behind them – with a smile,

That tells the warrior’s point of view.


The long, thin, red, unbroken line

Of history and struggle shared

Makes glories that will long outshine

The simple facts our school texts blared.


And these, now spent with weight of days,

Yet stand erect in heart and thought,

And match the bovine, staring gaze

Of those who live because they fought;

These yet, as honour fades and goes,

In times made fat and dull with peace,

Enjoy the warrior’s right repose

Who paid in blood for civil ease.


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From: silenceofcedars Date: November 12th, 2008 01:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd not read that before. Thank you.

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