They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
'For the Fallen'
1914 - Robert Laurence Binyon
Nice one, Jenny.
ReplyDeleteSo sad Jenny and never ending.
ReplyDeleteI like that sweet-bitter reminiscence of the fallen. And I love your posts of Ffall colors:)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Jenny
ReplyDeleteHeart breaking that we never learn.
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