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A Ramble through Smilie Land

November November a time to remember

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Nightshade
, 11-05-2008 at 05:30 PM (1418 Views)
Well november is here with all that entails, poppies and remberance here as well as bonfire night which is tonight and thus I will not sleep because at the moment m y windows are shaking because of fireworks which I have a phobia of ( whats that called anyway) but I bllohged about that last year , or was it the year before, anyway another story.
I am doing a disply at work for remembrance day, and this year I wanted to go about it slightly differently, Im going to do it with poetry this year think, lots of snippets of war poems ( which links with A2 course work as well as year 6 so that ticks those boxes because if I did a display with the history and military books it would be more or less the some one as last year because we haven't had that many new books in, mores the pity.

So anyone got some spectacualr november remembrance poems,
and please not flanders fields or dulce et decorum est, as Ive already got those and want something different but along the "lines of those brave hounor blah blah", "dont ask for whom the bell tolls t tolls for thee " stuff like that,
actually you know what mght be intresting differenet perspectives....hummmm
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  1. Niamh's Avatar
    you should PM quasi. He probably has loads.
    There is a song called the green feilds of france. not sure but that might be a war one....
  2. Niamh's Avatar
    Here it is. About Willie McBride Dying at the front. Its a trad song...
    ..................................
    Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
    Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
    And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
    I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
    And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
    When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
    Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
    Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

    Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
    Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
    Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
    Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

    And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
    In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
    And, though you died back in 1916,
    To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
    Or are you a stranger without even a name,
    Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
    In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
    And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

    The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
    The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
    The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
    No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
    But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
    The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
    To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
    And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

    And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
    Do all those who lie here know why they died?
    Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
    Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
    Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
    The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
    For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
    And again, and again, and again, and again
  3. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Well, there is a touching YouTube presentation regarding the following the Two Minutes Of Silence thing. I love the song, this is a GOOD video, people.

    To view, go to this link: Just Two Minutes. Enjoy.