A poem by Alden Nowlan
Another Canadian WW 1 poem (as I remember it):
Battle's grim dormitory this
And filled is every bed
None may leave his place
To take the roll call of the dead
Yet, as I lie here silently, I think
I would be twenty-three
At twenty I was killed
Oh you who love me, whom I love
Do not forget this day
As long as you are above
And I beneath the clay
I wish Canada was what Canada was. I remember that also.
We can skip that today.
True.
I think you can honour both. Well said.
Many thanks for this outstanding contribution to the day. Nowlan nailed it!
Thank you
Also memorialized in song by Canadian singer songwriter Neville Quinlan of NQ Arbuckle.
What a lovely poem! My father fought through France and Holland with the Canadians.
thanks for the great words
Thank you, I was just about to leave for my local Remembrance Day ceremony when I took the time to read this. A great way to start the day
Thank you.
Thank you for creating a pause in our feed for this reflection. It is humbling.
Another Canadian WW 1 poem (as I remember it):
Battle's grim dormitory this
And filled is every bed
None may leave his place
To take the roll call of the dead
Yet, as I lie here silently, I think
I would be twenty-three
At twenty I was killed
Oh you who love me, whom I love
Do not forget this day
As long as you are above
And I beneath the clay
I wish Canada was what Canada was. I remember that also.
We can skip that today.
True.
I think you can honour both. Well said.
Many thanks for this outstanding contribution to the day. Nowlan nailed it!
Thank you
Also memorialized in song by Canadian singer songwriter Neville Quinlan of NQ Arbuckle.
What a lovely poem! My father fought through France and Holland with the Canadians.
thanks for the great words
Thank you, I was just about to leave for my local Remembrance Day ceremony when I took the time to read this. A great way to start the day
Thank you.
Thank you for creating a pause in our feed for this reflection. It is humbling.
Thank you.