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| Coming home from the Falklands |
| Circa 1982 |
--November 1982
Lower them slowly, down onto the quay,
Draped with our love, in the flag of liberty,
They have come home at last, their long journey done,
And dark is this morn of a day just begun.
Lower them gently, their young lives are spent,
Tears fall from the sky, and a pipers lament
Greet our dead sons on this hallowed day,
And the bold seagulls cry as they vanish away.
Lower them softly, was it so long ago,
They left these glad shores, their stout hearts aglow,
Their heads held so high, their spirits so brave,
Across half the world there's an island to save.
Lower them surely, there's no crowd to host
Our dead from the Task Force, no buglers 'Last Post',
The dockside is hushed, a few wait and stare,
And stand and salute in the chill morning air.
Lower them safely, from the South Atlantic Sea,
In this land alone, shall they remembered be,
But many more sleep, far beyond our recall,
In the bleak Falkland Isles lie the loneliest of all.
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| Terry Brewer |
Reston, VA |
| Tuesday, February 28, 2006 |
| Auntie Betty's favorite |
| Posted At 8:54:01 AM |
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