Keep Faith

The Wokingham Paper - - VIEWPOINTS -

They do not see the cherry, its petalled beauty shed, They do not hear the sky­lark sing­ing over­head.

They do not see the blue­bells along an April lane. They do not feel the touch of gen­tle sum­mer rain.

They do not hear the muf­fled drum, nor the cleric’s prayer. They do not feel the si­lence, un­bro­ken, still the air.

They do not hear the chim­ing clock, or the can­non boom, They do not see the pop­pies, nor hear the bu­gler’s tune.

They do not see the tears, mist­ing loved one’s eyes.

They do not see the na­tion mourn, be­neath grey English skies. They do not see old com­rades, re­mem­ber­ing with pride,

They will not see to­mor­row, for which they gave and died.

They do not seek our pity as peace­fully they sleep

They sim­ply ask that we, with them, a last­ing faith will keep. Re­mem­ber­ing the sacri­fice, which they so freely made,

And the dread­ful price of war, that for us they paid.

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