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 Post subject: Have a Peaceful Armistice Day and Thank You to Our Veterans
PostPosted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 2:51 pm 
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Veterans, thank you.





In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



Texas Autumn (Veteran's Day)

by Frederick Turner

And now it's time to celebrate Fall.
From the high silent mesas of Chalk Ridge
All of Texas lies resting in the mild brief days.
Under the blue sky its cedar barrens, its quarries,
Its small towns with their absurd courthouses,
Its forests of soft golden post-oaks with their fringes
Of brilliant scarlet sumac, its enormous swales of prairie,
Its groves of dustblue live-oaks where walk the lightfoot deer,
Its skyline of further low mountains, its lakes and stocktanks
Glittering and blue in the sun, and through it all
The endless serpent of the shadowy valley of the Brazos—
It all lies basking in what last warmth falls from the sun.

And driving through Texas in that sweet, sweet Fall weather
It is as if you were fleeting through the last years of your life.
And you don't mind really, because it all had to go anyway,
As the Comanche raided and feasted and danced by the fire
And fought in the cold winter winds and perished and passed away--

And the back roads in their tunnels of golden leaves falling
And the small furniture stores closing, and the little crowds
In the squares to celebrate Veteran's Day, and the caved-in barns
And the honey-sour smell of the leaves that lie in the culverts
And the lovely sweet hues of the prairie settling in for the winter
All speak of what must be defeated, and pass, and be garnered up
In anecdotes told in the emptying barbecue-pit before you go home.

And there lies Texas, beaten again in the last election,
Always the ones who stood up and put on their hats
And went out to fight when honor called on the nation,
And rushed into places they never did understand,
And got us all into trouble, and got us all into history,
And made us feared, for after all we were never quite sane anyway,
And gave the nation its character, the horse and the rider,
The brand and the saddle, the endless ancient frontier.

And they'll come back in the Fall, the eternal Texas soldiers,
Alive or dead, and the bands will play on Veteran's Day,
And the sun will preside over the sweet dry Texas autumn,
And the leaves will fall, all except for the bitter old cedar
That sinks its long roots into the limestone and will not let go.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:45 pm 
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Chris Taylor wrote:
Veterans, thank you.





In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



Texas Autumn (Veteran's Day)

by Frederick Turner

And now it's time to celebrate Fall.
From the high silent mesas of Chalk Ridge
All of Texas lies resting in the mild brief days.
Under the blue sky its cedar barrens, its quarries,
Its small towns with their absurd courthouses,
Its forests of soft golden post-oaks with their fringes
Of brilliant scarlet sumac, its enormous swales of prairie,
Its groves of dustblue live-oaks where walk the lightfoot deer,
Its skyline of further low mountains, its lakes and stocktanks
Glittering and blue in the sun, and through it all
The endless serpent of the shadowy valley of the Brazos—
It all lies basking in what last warmth falls from the sun.

And driving through Texas in that sweet, sweet Fall weather
It is as if you were fleeting through the last years of your life.
And you don't mind really, because it all had to go anyway,
As the Comanche raided and feasted and danced by the fire
And fought in the cold winter winds and perished and passed away--

And the back roads in their tunnels of golden leaves falling
And the small furniture stores closing, and the little crowds
In the squares to celebrate Veteran's Day, and the caved-in barns
And the honey-sour smell of the leaves that lie in the culverts
And the lovely sweet hues of the prairie settling in for the winter
All speak of what must be defeated, and pass, and be garnered up
In anecdotes told in the emptying barbecue-pit before you go home.

And there lies Texas, beaten again in the last election,
Always the ones who stood up and put on their hats
And went out to fight when honor called on the nation,
And rushed into places they never did understand,
And got us all into trouble, and got us all into history,
And made us feared, for after all we were never quite sane anyway,
And gave the nation its character, the horse and the rider,
The brand and the saddle, the endless ancient frontier.

And they'll come back in the Fall, the eternal Texas soldiers,
Alive or dead, and the bands will play on Veteran's Day,
And the sun will preside over the sweet dry Texas autumn,
And the leaves will fall, all except for the bitter old cedar
That sinks its long roots into the limestone and will not let go.


Seconded. Belatedly.


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 6:35 pm 
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:thx: :ok:

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Rendezvous by Alan Seegar, killed in action 1916

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.


Thank you, Veterans,
and Happy Martinmas to all.

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Thirded. Also belatedly. And thanks for posting. :clap:


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A Nation's Strength
Walt Whitman

Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor's sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly --
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.

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