On the way to school this morning, we had a precious talk with our minis at how today is such an important day. A day to remember the wonderful people who served and sacrificed so that we can enjoy the freedoms we have today. A day to be thankful for all those who still fight and sacrifice for our freedom. This is something that we never want to take for granted: Our Freedom.
So for today, I wanted to share that beautiful poem from where the extract of, “At the going down of the sun” originates from.
On this beautiful November day, the Eleventh of the Eleventh……may we forever remember them.
FOR THE FALLEN
~ by Robert Laurence Binyon
(published in The Times newspaper on 21stSeptember 1914)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain