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The dawn is gently breaking,
The air serene and still,
No mans land, a grassy field
Just beyond the hill,
The battery, a homestead
With windows welcoming,
The tangled wire a 5 bar gate
Where bluebirds sweetly sing,
Each muddy trench a furrow
Furnished by the plough,
Each tortured cry of misery
The lowing of a cow.
The acrid stench of cordite
Like heaven’s perfume drifts,
To mingle with the belching smoke
Of Autumn’s cooling mist,
Faces dressed in terror
Are smiling as they rest
In crumpled khaki uniforms
As sharp as Sunday best,
This blanket torn, how soft, how warm,
A silken downy sheet,
How sweet, this quiet moment
With all the world at peace.
The dawn is gently breaking,
Sweet Saviour I implore,
Hold back the sun, and let me dream,
For just one moment more.
Cath Turner..2014

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Viola

The whiteness of the lily does not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness ….author unknown.

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Remember Me

Remember me as you pass by

As you are now so once was I

As I am now so you will be

Prepare  yourself to follow me

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Do I love you to the moon and back?
No, I love you more than that.
I love you to the desert sands,
The mountains, stars, the planets and
I love you to the deepest sea,
And deeper still, through history.
Before beyond, I loved you then,
I love you now. I’ll love you when
The sun’s gone out, the moon’s gone home,
And all the stars are fully grown.
When I no longer say these words,
I’ll give them to the wind, the birds,
So that they will still be heard………
I love you.

For Libbie

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imageThe king gave me a shilling
So I proudly went to war,
Off to fight the enemy
Upon a foreign shore.
All old pals together
We marched in single file,
As gunfire like the reaper
Scythed along the line.
Forward ! Forward ! Forward !
Relentless as the rain,
Forward, ever forward,
Again..again…again.
‘Victory’ I hear them shout
As millions sleep in mud,
And only this have I to show
For all the wasted blood.
A medal for my bravery,
A telegram for my wife,
Heartbreak for my children
And a shilling for my life.

Sad reflection on all those lost in war and the families left behind. The photograph was taken at the victory celebration in Victoria Road, Old Hill in June 1945. The King’s/Queen’s Shilling has become synonymous with Joining the British Army. It is still unofficially described as “taking the Queen’s shilling”. This includes non-British and Commonwealth soldiers who join the British Army.

 copyright Catherine Turner.

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