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Monday, 25 April 2011

Lest we forget.

And so another Anzac Day descends.  Amidst the chaotic chocolate blur of Easter, it's sometimes easy to forget one of the most important days in our national calendar - April 25th.  And in memory of the fallen (not just ANZACs but soliders from countries around the world), I leave you in the hands of Rupert Brooke.

The Soldier - Rupert Brooke, 1914.

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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