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Infantry soldiers never die
We regroup in hell,
As I walk though the vally
Of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil,
For I am the most evil "Jam Donut" in the vally,
My rifle and bayonet shall keep me warm,
And when I get to heavens gate st peter I shall tell, another solider reporting sir,
I've served my time in hell.

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A nice selection.....

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Goodbye to my England, So long my old friend
Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
But don't say you're English, that's way out of line.

The French and the Germans may call themselves such So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane But don't say you're English ever again.

At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too
Even schools are affected. Staff do as they're told
They must not teach children about England of old.

Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
The pupils don't learn about them anymore
How about Agincourt, Hastings , Arnhem or Mons ?
When England lost hosts of her very brave sons.

We are not Europeans, how can we be?
Europe is miles away, over the sea
We're the English from England, let's all be proud
Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud!


Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue
Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
Let the world know - WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !!!!

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To those I love and to those who loved me:
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You must not tie yourself to me with tears
Be thankful for our beautiful years.

I gave to you my love you can only guess,
How much you gave to me in happiness,
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled alone.

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a time that we must part
So, bless the memories within your heart.

I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
All my love around you soft and clear
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say,
"Welcome Home"


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Gazing thru the window at the world outside,

Wondering will Mother Earth survive,

Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime.



After all there's only just the two of us,

And here we are still fighting for our lives,

Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time.



I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away.

I'm just a dreamer , who dreams of better days.





I guess it's close enough to a poem,,,

The first verse of the song,,



Dreamer,

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wexy wrote:
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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's all ways with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favourite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.

You see he is a British soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Britain's to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.




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When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry - The Peace of Wild Things

My absolute favourite poem - Sharon

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Yesterday


Its done and gone
The good or the bad
The happy and the sad
Yesterday I can not change

Words spoke in haste
That I can still taste
Words not said
That I can hear in my head.....

Yesterday I can not change....
I will not let yesterdays mistakes
drag me down...
It's been said and done.....

Today

Today is a new day
I will try to be positive
In all that I do and say
Let my actions speak louder than my words.....

Tomorrow

Yesterday is done, and I can't change it
Today is here, and I can be my best
Tomorrow may never come
Let not the folly of tomorrow cloud my thinking.....

Claude .....8/29/10.......




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Hi, Wexy wanted me to post this here.

I had a few different people send me this poem and I finally found Sues saved copy.

One of the people was our very own ButtonLady, Thanks Patty.


This is the poem Sue kept reminding me about during her last few years.


Before,, to me, it was just a Poem.



Kind of nice but nothing special.


But now after she died it means so much more to me.


I formatted it to fit in a Document frame and now have it framed and hanging in my office.


Thanks for the support Folks. Here it is...



“Susie’s Poem” Read to Sue after her Death on 08/10/10


Family and friends don’t mourn for me.

I’m still here, though you don’t see.

I’m right by your side each night and day

and within your heart I long to stay.


My body is gone but I’m always near

I’m everything you feel, see or hear.

My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart

as long as you keep me alive in your heart.


I’ll never wander out of your sight,
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.

I’ll never be beyond your reach,

I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.


I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around

and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond.

The clear cool water in a quiet pond.


I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring;

The first warm raindrop that April will bring.

I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,

and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.


When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,

you can talk to me through the Lord above you.

I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,

and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.


I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep

and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.

I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.

Just look for me, I’m everyplace!.....






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The Bargain Made.....

To ride a fast motorcycle over free and open roads is to become as near to a soaring hawk as mortal man can get... to fly over the nap of the earth without leaving it...the air is sweeter, colors finer, and the very sunlight dances like falling mountain water... and if I die in some bloody ditch somewhere, that will be okay... it was the bargain made...a debt owed for a promise freely made and freely given....the promise of freedom fulfilled at the possible cost of danger and death...

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