and another for nov 11 from a branch not often thought of

[weewillie]

IN WATERS DEEP

In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep... beneath the wave...
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
'Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. "He's there."
But you can to the ocean go...
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride...
In and out... with every tide.
And when your span of life is passed,
He'll meet you at the "Captain's Mast."
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who'll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas...
For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived... they chose the sea. By Eileen Mahoney

 

[Boink]

Last Sunday my wife and I were at the Oregon Symphony to hear the rarely performed "War Requiem" by Benjamin Britton. Powerful stuff (with more than 100 singers in a huge choir). The lyrics are partly in Latin but much of it is the moving poetry of Wilfred Owen (the young English poet that wrote from the front and died a mere week before the end of WWI).

 

[NutmegCT]

Thanks for posting the Mahoney. Check out my recent post on the D-Day Memorial in Virginia.

Tom