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Array ( [sid] => 161943 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Carry on England [time] => 2010-08-22 05:34:14 [hometext] => A Lament for my England past it might be yours too.Reflections upon a post war English birth and what these eyes saw growing up in the 1970's [bodytext] => My England is all but gone
She exists only in a ‘Carry on’
Or in a name carved on a memorial stone
And locked in memories in an old folks home.

My England was Sid James laugh
It is the veterans marching past the cenotaph
She is the defiant words of Churchill’s speeches
She is long faded boot prints on Normandy beaches .

My England lay in the bosom of Hattie Jacques
She is 54896 names inscribed on the Menin gate
She is the England of ’Blood and toil’
She is the bones that lay scattered beneath Flanders soil.

My England is Kenneth Williams tragic camp
She is the death of a poet in a D-Day tank
She is the England of ’Tears and sweat’
She is Diana’s funeral. It is why I wept.

My England is clumsy hero Jim Dale
She is the ’Little Armada’ of ships waiting to sail
She is in the hands that fought Blitzkrieg fire
She is khaki strands blowing on Passchendaele, wire.

My England was Charles Hawtreys eccentric clown
It is a radio message from Goose Green ‘Sunray down’
It is our very cliffs that are crumbling with time
It is in every note of Enigma variations number nine.

My England will no longer ‘Carry on’
She is an afternoon matinee that no one turns on.





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Carry on England

Contributed by AEWorricker on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 05:34:14 AM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic



My England is all but gone
She exists only in a ‘Carry on’
Or in a name carved on a memorial stone
And locked in memories in an old folks home.

My England was Sid James laugh
It is the veterans marching past the cenotaph
She is the defiant words of Churchill’s speeches
She is long faded boot prints on Normandy beaches .

My England lay in the bosom of Hattie Jacques
She is 54896 names inscribed on the Menin gate
She is the England of ’Blood and toil’
She is the bones that lay scattered beneath Flanders soil.

My England is Kenneth Williams tragic camp
She is the death of a poet in a D-Day tank
She is the England of ’Tears and sweat’
She is Diana’s funeral. It is why I wept.

My England is clumsy hero Jim Dale
She is the ’Little Armada’ of ships waiting to sail
She is in the hands that fought Blitzkrieg fire
She is khaki strands blowing on Passchendaele, wire.

My England was Charles Hawtreys eccentric clown
It is a radio message from Goose Green ‘Sunray down’
It is our very cliffs that are crumbling with time
It is in every note of Enigma variations number nine.

My England will no longer ‘Carry on’
She is an afternoon matinee that no one turns on.





AEWorricker, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit.

Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity.




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Re: Carry on England (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniellemarie on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 01:14:01 PM AEST
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very nice poem
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Re: Carry on England (User Rating: 1 )
by thebadguy9999 on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 05:07:10 PM AEST
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nice




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