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November the Eleventh
Contributed by
Raisonable
on
Thursday, 15th July 2010 @ 06:21:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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In the smallest towns of Picardie
In the coming of another year
Where we all sit it out, the villagers come out
And sing, and listen, and hear.
While we forget the moment that passes
Without a glance back down the line
The villages are together, under the dark weather
To mute the hour and the time.
All bugles and voices fighting
The singers ready and poised
Stood facing the ground, setting memories to sound
As the wind tears off their voice.
One minute we see them, the next we don’t.
One day is like another to this man.
But the image of the huddle, reflected in a puddle,
Lingers and sorrows down in France.
In the smallest towns of Picardie
In the coming of another year
Where we just sit it out, the people are out
To sing, to listen, and to hear.
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Re: November the Eleventh
(User Rating: 1 ) by spud on
Thursday, 15th July 2010 @ 11:35:15 AM AEST (User
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Hi,
You've captured the tone and the occasion quite
beautifully!
Tommy
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Re: November the Eleventh
(User Rating: 1 ) by antikythera on
Sunday, 18th July 2010 @ 05:07:45 AM AEST (User
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Great poem, nice use of rhymes. Keep it up. |
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