Painting of Scots piper James Richardson at the Battle of the SommeThe Poems of Wilfred Owen
The Poems of Wilfred Owen
these are some of Bothwell's favourite poems Clancy, i mailed him the link. Painting of Scots piper James Richardson at the Battle of the Somme
Painting of Scots piper James Richardson at the Battle of the Somme-
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The Poems of Wilfred Owen
Some of the most emotive poetry ever written has been on the battlefield. There's something spiritual about them that transports the reader to the scene of the crime. This is good stuff.
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The Poems of Wilfred Owen
Uncle Kram wrote: Some of the most emotive poetry ever written has been on the battlefield. There's something spiritual about them that transports the reader to the scene of the crime. This is good stuff.
Agreed! One of the greatest War poets ever. I particularly like WWI poetry.
I think it very courageous of Owen to write:
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
(It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.)
When the government were trying to encourage men to enlist, knowing they'd be naught but cannon fodder, and he had the courage to tell them how terrible it really was in the Front Lines!
Agreed! One of the greatest War poets ever. I particularly like WWI poetry.
I think it very courageous of Owen to write:
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
(It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.)
When the government were trying to encourage men to enlist, knowing they'd be naught but cannon fodder, and he had the courage to tell them how terrible it really was in the Front Lines!
The Poems of Wilfred Owen
Clancy wrote: There is a painting that hangs in , Stirling Castle. in Scotland. It's of an inlaw called, James. My father in law gave document to the curator, and they were sent a framed print of it.
He was a piper too.i'd really enjoy seeing the painting. do you have a photo of it?
He was a piper too.i'd really enjoy seeing the painting. do you have a photo of it?
The Poems of Wilfred Owen
please do Clancy. -----------if i may-----one of my favourites. :yh_flower :yh_flower :yh_flower
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.