Lest We forget

" time like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its sons away
they fly forgotten as a dream
Dies at the opening day"

Remembrance Sunday is heavy like a cloud burst
Micheal (10) my son was flag bearer at the Naphill Village Hall service.

There is something quintessentially British about a packed village hall,
a hall full of ages,
full of fears and years forgotten,
of lost sons,
of wars long gone,
of ones still on,
of strained voices of Abide with me
and the offkey piano accompaniment.

The cloud bursts in our hearts,
our tears well up
and we remember them.

" 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"