Bill Sykes' Newsletter from America.
(December 2001)
An ex-Brit gives his views-(without fear
or favor)---of the American Scene
Remembrance Day (11th of November 2001).
At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh
month, in the year 1918, the World War One armistice was
signed.
In memory of all people killed in all wars, I think it
appropriate, on this day, that I offer the following poem
by Lawrence Binyon:
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow
old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
And at the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We shall remember them.
Bill Sykes - Remembrance Day 1938
For the members of the British contingent killed in the
New York World Trade Center disaster on the 11th of September
in the year 2001, I wish to submit an abbreviated version
of a poem by Rupert Brooke (full poem HERE)
in their memory:
When I die, think only this of me;
That in some corner of a foreign field there is forever
England,
There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed.
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware
Gave once her flowers to love, her fields to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air
Washed by the rivers and blest by the suns of home.
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