Remember
At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare:
For, though low down upon the list, I’m there;
‘In proud and glorious memory’ … that’s my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he’s never guessed.
Once I came home on leave: and then went west…
What greater glory could a man desire?
-Siegfried Sassoon, Memorial Tablet
Comments
Very beautiful. Thank you for posting.
Posted by: heather at November 11, 2008 11:56 PM
Quite a touching poem.What a lovely picture of the poppies,too.They are one of my favourite flowers.
When you get your teaching job, I'll pass on my Remembrance Day stuff to you.I'm sure, with your background, you will do an outstanding job with the assembly.
Posted by: Dee at November 13, 2008 06:11 AM