Remembering Then, Remembering Now - by
Who are we remembering? / Millennia of the distant, recent dead, / all men, women, children lost to / wars…
war memorials
Craiglockhart - by
Sassoon, the elder, Sunday golfer; / Owen, bookish, gangly, pale – mingling / with the queue for the refectory.
Yper - by
At length grandfather walked the Ypres road
/ From Poperinghe, to where the army laid
/ (At Hagle Dump) the remnants of his son:
/ A…
Here lies our land - by
Small folk playing our part.
/ ‘Come all ye’, the country says
/ You win me, who take me most to heart. …
The Soldiers’ Cairn - by
Gie me a hill wi’ the heather on’t,
/ An’ a reid sun drappin’ doon,
/ Or…