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L Posts: 5656 Joined: 10th Jun 2004 Location: UK	Posted at 07:19 on 16th September 2008 It's a small world!! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Karen Pugh Posts: 858 Joined: 21st Dec 2006 Location: UK	Posted at 07:49 on 16th September 2008 I liked your poem Wolf. Did you have good times catching up with your mate? My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Wolf Posts: 3423 Joined: 9th Jul 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 07:52 on 16th September 2008 Yes Karen lot of catch up, handshakes, hugs and kisses. Kisses from Sandra not J. B. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Karen Pugh Posts: 858 Joined: 21st Dec 2006 Location: UK	Posted at 07:59 on 16th September 2008 That's what you tell us Wolf, bet you did a man hug lol My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Wolf Posts: 3423 Joined: 9th Jul 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 08:06 on 16th September 2008 SSssssshhhhhhh. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Posts: Joined: 1st Jan 1970	editPosted at 10:04 on 16th September 2008 I came across this poem a couple of years ago while researching a Lancaster Bomber crew.. In Memoriam SILENT SLEEP By Lloyd Klar, 22nd Bomb Squadron, 341 Bomb Group Her great roaring engines are long silent, Her guns are pitted with rust, Olive drab paint is flaking and faded, Turrets are covered with dust. She sits and waits for her crewmen, Those young men from another day, Fifty long years have passed and gone Since they all went away. Where have all those young men gone, Those boys she knew so well? They took her there and brought her back, What stories they can tell. Some are buried in foreign lands, War records tell the place. "Killed in Action," the official words, Or just "KIA" to save space. Others went down in a fiery crash, Just where, no one can tell; Over Burma jungles or China cliffs- No markers where they fell. Many came home; the war was over, We dissipated like the dew, Then separately we all went our ways Back to the lives we knew. But in every airman's inner thoughts, Quiet moments as day ends, We hear again those engines roar And voices of our friends. Now we're aging and almost all grey. Again friends are starting to fall; They're going now into that long last sleep That comes one day to us all. So here's to our fellow comrades, Those still here, or passed away. We'll remember you as you once were In a distant place and day. As we stand here now in silence, We'll think of you and smile. Get ready for that final briefing We'll join you after a while. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Posts: Joined: 1st Jan 1970	editPosted at 10:23 on 16th September 2008 I first heard this poem at my nephews funeral and then again when my sister in law and niece passed away a few years later, although it brings back memories of really sad times in my life I think the poem is so comforting and reading it has really helped me over the years. Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant It is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Harry E Wheeler Posts: 171 Joined: 3rd Feb 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 10:28 on 16th September 2008 Hi, all…………Many thanks to all concerned with my wellbeing. Our journey now over I will, in due course, that is to say, when the final unpacking, the cleaning and tidying, the weeding and watering, the replies to e-mails, etc. are attended to, I will resume posting poetry! For the present, the following sums up the feeling of my wife, Mary and I.:-) Kind regards, Harry To overseas city and country town From Manchester, Dover, Dorset and County Down We journeyed to, and finally met In weather, windy, cold, and wet Our kith and kin, long since seen Mid countryside so lush and green Contrary to Australia’s ochre and red Our weary bodies served us in good stead Yet for all the happy hours we spent, In the mother country to which we went With its grandiose trees, lush lawns, and beautiful flowers We are content to be back in the land we call OURS! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Andy Edwards Posts: 1900 Joined: 14th Mar 2008 Location: UK	Posted at 10:32 on 16th September 2008 Great to have you back Harry, we've all missed you! Lovely poem as always!! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
L Posts: 5656 Joined: 10th Jun 2004 Location: UK	Posted at 12:25 on 16th September 2008 Hi Harry, nice to see you back in here! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions