Saturday, 6 June 2009
65th D-Day Anniversary
A British 2nd World War Valentine Tank.
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, blessed by the 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 gives.
Her sights and sounds, dreams happy as her day.
And laughter, learnt of friends, and gentleness.
In hearts a peace, under an English heaven.