Photo-a-Day  (Saturday, 17th November, 2012)

Nice photo, thank you. I recognised this as soon as I opened it The Cenotaph at Aspull, my "Home Town". Great memories, thanks again.

My home town too. Feels like I am there. Thank you Tom.

As we would say in Australia " Lest we forget". What a lovely photograph of remembrance, Thankyou Thomas.

And my place of birth also, thanks for a good clear photo.

When you go home
Tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow
We gave our today.

Who to blame.
By,Tom Walsh .

A snipers bullet,a road side bomb,a traitors kiss,a friends remiss.
What and who, matter little now a soldiers dead.
A mother weeps over a cold and empty bed.
A father ponders times of yore,of holidays,of football games.and those silly,silly childish names .
Those days can never be again,but who to blame ?
Not the politician,that's not his game,not the minister,O! the shame.
Not the Field Marshal,in braided splendour,
nor the Sergeant Major with voice like thunder.
Not the soldier in coffin dark awaiting his last long journey home.
To a family that will forever mourn.
Lessons will be learnt we're told,fighting and war will be no more, I think we have heard all that before.but who to blame?

TOM THANK YOU SO MUCH.
lOVELY PHOTO AND BEAUTIFUL POEM
SO TRUE.

LEST WEY FERGET

Upon a bleak November day
When th'cross becoom eawr host,
A rook o' quiet Aspull folk
Stood reawnd at th' Finger Post;
They huddle't theer bi th' Cenotaph
Bare yedded one an' aw,
To honour thoose who'd gie'd their lives
As they answer't th' battles caw.

They coom from every walk o' life
An' stood theer side bi side,
Their showders droop't i' sadness
Their poppies worn wi' pride;
They'd come to pray fer thoose lost souls
Who'd gone to lands afar,
Young lads who fowt fer freedom
An' had ne'er retearn't fro' th'waer.

Owd sowdgers stood i' ranks o' three
Just like thi'd often done,
As th' names o' thoose that fell i' waer
Wur read eawt one bi one;
An' then as th' Last Post seawnded eawt
An' echoed reawnd th' lone end
Thur wur mony a mon wi' tearful e'en
Who'd fowt an' lost a friend.

Like one big family i' grief
They sung thur hymns an' prayed
Fer thoose young sons o' th' Motherland
Who i' foreign graves are laid
Then when they'd laid their wreaths bi' th' cross
To th' memory of thoose men
Wi' th' strains o' th' National Anthem
Th' tribute eended once again.

As th' strains o' th' anthem deed away
Mother nature join't in then,
An' hoo cast her Heavenly tears deawn
O' th' yeds o' thoose sad men;
Then hoo seemed to pay her own respect
Wi a stiff November breeze,
I tribute to thoose fallen sons
It med leoves faw fro' th' trees.

Lest wey ferget thoose lads
Who lie i' graves so far away,
Each time wey pass yon owd stone cross
Let's pause a while an' pray;
Then readin' th' names o' thoose lost souls
Let's axe th' Good Lord above
To grant us what they deed for
A world o' freedom, peace an' love.

Lovely poem tom ,u tell me I have a talent I think u may be harbouring one yourself ,keep up the good work