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Times and Seasons - Foreign Fields
Times and Seasons - Foreign Fields
by Marjorie Dobson
Foreign Fields In mud-bespattered ranks men marched through foreign fields, once fertile as the farms at home: their hopes, once high, soon shattered by mud, gas, guns, barbed-wire and no-man’s land. The fields were wet with rain and scarlet blood and vomit; peppered with shells,…
Times and Seasons - By a monument of marble
Times and Seasons - By a monument of marble
by Marjorie Dobson
By a monument of marble, or a simple wooden cross, here we gather to remember sacrifice and tragic loss. Blood-red poppy petals flutter, each a symbol for a life, drifting in a crimson curtain, shadow of our constant strife. Verses 2-3 follow ©Marjorie Dobson Metre: 8 7 8 7 D Tun…
Times and Seasons - Agony
Times and Seasons - Agony
by Marjorie Dobson
Agony Agony etched on faces. Pain screaming from tortured limbs. Blood running from open wounds, mingling with sweat, diluted by tears. Victims dying. Soldiers doing their duty. Enemies looking on with hatred blazing. Mothers weeping inconsolably. Friends standing, lost and helpl…
Times and Seasons - A century passes, memories will fade
Times and Seasons - A century passes, memories will fade
by Andrew Pratt
A century passes, memories will fade; war’s sun goes down, sharp pain is hid in shade. Yet still we pray for peace, as those men prayed; we will remember them. [we will remember, we will remember.] Ten times ten thousand fell amid that rage. What is the gain we measure from that …
Times and Seasons - Full Service - WW1 Commemoration
Times and Seasons - Full Service - WW1 Commemoration
by Andrew Pratt and Marjorie Dobson
WW1 Commemoration - Year A Please note 1) that traditional components of a Remembrance Service are not included here, are readily available elsewhere, and can be incorporated if wished; 2) that a time of silence can be observed at any appropriate point in the service but perhaps …
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
by Andrew Pratt
The updraft twisted yellow mist: ominous weave of gaseous death. And now the poppy petals flutter. Eyes closed. Another updraft, drifting, lifting, Deep darkness each single petal turning end over end. covered the face of the earth. All seemed without form The coughing, and void.…
Times and Seasons - We will remember them
Times and Seasons - We will remember them
by Andrew Pratt
We will remember them I saw them coming back down the long and winding road. It was a strange home coming. Few cheered. Trudging by they wheeled round the church. The sandstone clock tower had seen it all before. Time had been marked by the tombstones in the church yard. Continue…
Times and Seasons - So easy now to judge – original sin?
Times and Seasons - So easy now to judge – original sin?
by Andrew Pratt
So easy now to judge – original sin? So easy now to judge: that one was right, another wrong. But we were never there in the narrow trench or corridor of power. We never heard the thunder’s fire, nor found ourselves strung up upon the wire. We never had to make that bleak decisio…
Times and Seasons - Wiping out the past
Times and Seasons - Wiping out the past
by Marjorie Dobson
Wiping out the past Wiping out the past is not an option. History has happened. Regrets alone will not scour the pages clean. The facts are known. Embroidered by memory, or malice, but their significance is plain. Mistakes are made and crimes committed. Errors of judgement cause …
Times and Seasons - And this is war
Times and Seasons - And this is war
by Andrew Pratt
And this is war Imagination is not enough. The squalor appals. And this is war. It is now and then, always and hereafter. Sebastopol or Sarajevo, Somme or Sri Lanka, Vietnam Nam, Afghanistan. No romance here, heroism - sometimes; fear mostly. Driven by hunger for power, for posse…
Times and Seasons - And Christ was there
Times and Seasons - And Christ was there
by Andrew Pratt
And Christ was there And Christ was there, breathless, crumpled, tattered now; and mud-besplattered. Tears of weariness and anger, drained of strength by dancing danger. Continues... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. Please …
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
by Andrew Pratt
Now the poppy petals flutter The updraft twisted yellow mist, ominous weave of gaseous death. And now the poppy petals flutter. Another updraft, drifting, lifting, each single petal turning end over end. Continues... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 2014 Stainer & Bell Ltd, Londo…
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