On
Monday evening, my family and many others, of all ages, gathered
around the war memorial in Whaley Bridge Memorial Park, with candles,
for the 'Lights out' vigil, to mark the outbreak of the First World
War, one hundred years ago.
It
was very moving indeed, and after a period of silence, wartime songs
were sung, poems and diary entries were read out, and a real sense of
community filled the air. Clearly those who lost their lives during
that conflict have not been forgotten and hopefully never will be.
Upon
our return home that evening, my husband reached for a notepad and
began to scribble the following poem. This is totally
uncharacteristic of him. He has not written a poem since he left
school quite a few years ago! Clearly the 'Lights Out' vigil moved
him a great deal.
I
like it very much and, with his tentative permission I have
reproduced it below in case it is of interest to you.
They
stood in the water
They
stood in the mud
They
stood in the gore
the
filth and the blood
They
fell in the water
They
fell in the mud
They
fell in the gore
in
the filth and the blood
The
mud it did claim them
Many
never were found
Those
that were buried
live
forever in foreign ground
Though
time it has passed
We
remember them still
Killed
by common men
who
bore them no ill will
Sent to their deaths
by Kaiser and Kings
When will man learn
to stop doing these things?
Sent to their deaths
by Kaiser and Kings
When will man learn
to stop doing these things?
PRAYER SERVICE HELD BEFORE THE BATTLE OF THE SOMME |
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