…we head south-east and arrive at Dickebusch. It is not unnoticed that as we arrive the church bells ring eleven times.
Oh My Dear Boy…
- Post author By Paul Ferguson
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- Categories In Belgium, Remembrance, Thread August 2024
Category: Belgium
Oh My Dear Boy…
Notes From The Piano
Here amongst Ypres…I begin to settle in my peace. One step less today – to benefit two steps tomorrow.
To Be Where I Have Been
All of these steps continue, albeit there has been no personal return since November 2018. The shadows have indeed grown long and I must find my soul again upon these trails.
I Walk In Their Path
In anticipation of this Remembrance day, I prepare to find my place and take witness of today’s gathering. Those here are younger ones now and those I once knew have found shelters away from this earthly domain.
As the Crow Flies…
Some, would say the shortest distance between point a and point b is a straight line…known too as the crow flies. I stumble with the latter for as the crow flies implies that said flighted one knows its distance, able to let go of distraction
All I Ever Wanted
In the Irish Peace Park a traditional Irish tower stands. It marks the place where soldiers of the 36th Ulster and 16th Irish Divisions served together.
As the Stars are Known to the Night
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
Augustine Mandino II (Author and WWII USAAF B-24 Bombardier)
John Macnaughton’s Walk
Macnaughton and Palmer remind me that they are but two of hundreds of thousands…..from then to date…..of pilgrims who visited. Sadly it reminds me that for many of the souls buried here or commemorated on the memorials, no one has come. Yet these fallen should know that when visitors open these gates and enter we cannot help but follow their names…their lives… row by row, or look skyward upon panels of names.
After the War
After the war…each day’s new peace is punctuated by the craggy and weighted fragments of former ambition and rubble. Once these were buildings…these were homes. The exclamations, and pauses, the commas, the full stops of life.
Never say goodbye
Alone and discarded among other former memories. Spine broken – fitted with an assortment of mending tape. Once read…many times read, the life passed from its pages..now reborn by a caring hand that knew another story it could tell.