River Dweller
img017 LEST WE FORGET - Private James Duxbury. 1884 - 1916
This is dedicated to my Maternal Grandfather who didn't come back from the war, he died in France in 1916 and to those thousands upon thousands who also didn't make it back, not only in this war but in every one since. My grandmother wasleft a widow with 7 children. 1 of whom died 2 months before his father and the other 2 the following years.
In flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row.
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived,felt dawn, saw sunsets glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Two verses taken from the poem by Lietenant Colonel John McRae. I think this is one of the most evocative poems I have ever read.
This is a scanned photo originally taken in 1914
img017 LEST WE FORGET - Private James Duxbury. 1884 - 1916
This is dedicated to my Maternal Grandfather who didn't come back from the war, he died in France in 1916 and to those thousands upon thousands who also didn't make it back, not only in this war but in every one since. My grandmother wasleft a widow with 7 children. 1 of whom died 2 months before his father and the other 2 the following years.
In flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row.
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived,felt dawn, saw sunsets glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Two verses taken from the poem by Lietenant Colonel John McRae. I think this is one of the most evocative poems I have ever read.
This is a scanned photo originally taken in 1914