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Array ( [sid] => 179018 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => We were lucky, son - we won [time] => 2014-08-07 06:45:13 [hometext] => For my Grandfather - Black Watch Regiment 1914-1919 [bodytext] =>
I lay the flowers on your time-worn grave
no pomp no circumstance;
a purple thistle for a Scottish brave
and the fleur-de-lys of France.

You lie - not in those perfect rows
of symmetry and marble white
where other lions of war repose
now ageless in eternal light -
but in a corner snug and green
held soft in Scotia's tender loam,
no epitaph to the horrors seen
to tortured minds who came back home.

The pipes may skirl and the songs enthral
for heroic deeds once done,
but it's words you spoke that I'll recall ....
''We were lucky, son - we won.''

[comments] => 7 [counter] => 290 [topic] => 38 [informant] => spud [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
We were lucky, son - we won

Contributed by spud on Thursday, 7th August 2014 @ 06:45:13 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes




I lay the flowers on your time-worn grave
no pomp no circumstance;
a purple thistle for a Scottish brave
and the fleur-de-lys of France.

You lie - not in those perfect rows
of symmetry and marble white
where other lions of war repose
now ageless in eternal light -
but in a corner snug and green
held soft in Scotia's tender loam,
no epitaph to the horrors seen
to tortured minds who came back home.

The pipes may skirl and the songs enthral
for heroic deeds once done,
but it's words you spoke that I'll recall ....
''We were lucky, son - we won.''





Copyright © spud ... [ 2014-08-07 06:45:13]
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Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Thursday, 7th August 2014 @ 09:45:21 AM AEST
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Your poetry is enough to make this cat purr with contentment another book please Tommy x


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by JohnRhinem on Thursday, 7th August 2014 @ 06:09:08 PM AEST
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Man, this is absolutely powerful as deeply touching! Beautiful poetry; but no one ever truly wins from 'War' do they ? This is a poetic treasure and we can feel, it's timeless love....


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Thursday, 7th August 2014 @ 11:12:37 PM AEST
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A gentle nod to one so honored and treasured.
Hugs
elle


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 8th August 2014 @ 12:43:32 AM AEST
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This put a lump in my throat. Short yet powerful.

Excellent!

Tim


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 8th August 2014 @ 03:28:05 PM AEST
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....this brought a tear to my eye, so absolutely beautiful!!!!

hugs n' love nessa

@->>->>--


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 4th January 2015 @ 04:28:41 PM AEST
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Good on ya, spud.
lovely visuals, and the character of the subject and circumstance really come through. S


Re: We were lucky, son - we won (User Rating: 1 )
by Breezy on Sunday, 31st March 2019 @ 03:55:00 AM AEST
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I am utterly and absolutely in love with this entire piece. It tells
a story so complete and so vivid, it/'/s impossible not to be affected
by the emotion it breathes.

Tommy, I/'/m so enthralled with your writing and I have so
missed this part of YPDC.

Cheers, my friend. xo

~B




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