I shall be telling this with a sigh ages and ages hence.
Now Far From Home
- Post author By Paul Ferguson
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Category: Remembrance
Now Far From Home
The Tone of Carved Names
I am caught quickly by the tone. There are many people gathered on this lovely evening of warmth watching as the red jackets of Sherborne perform.
Passing the Restored Menin Gate
But so too on these perspectives I question what may be too much of “more of the same”.
Finding My Way
I sit within the Temple and write. Fountain pen in hand, pencil nearby for sketching.
Spaces of Quiet
Our tranquil space, our weirwood thoughts, of flowers and fallen autumn leaves, the change to our season – time treading its course.
Oh My Dear Boy…
…we head south-east and arrive at Dickebusch. It is not unnoticed that as we arrive the church bells ring eleven times.
Beard Family Walk
At least 1,415 of Hood’s complement became memories to friends and families. Their voices lost…their stories remembered.
On Watch in the Rain
The droplets as if heavy tears from the sky. Peace here but not so much in this entire world we know as home. The wind not gentle in its breath but manageable, I stand by familiar tree…
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.
No Flypast This Day
In my soft eyed way my eyes close as the black beret of a Desert Rat returns…the aged sailor whose cap of the Atlantic, like him, is no longer with us and the elder swagger of the pilot whose awards danced swing mounted from his chest. Many I knew to speak to…to share, sometimes once a year, sometimes often…