The sun came out,
the sky turned blue.
We fled the coop,
for warm, wide spaces
Warm, wide space
where spring unfurled,
and our spirits
Spitfire Memorial Plaque
a gift to the Brevet Club, Canterbury.
remembering those who made our happy day possible
We felt good, like Lynley’s tui,
The tui sings for all to hear; with thanks to Lynley at ordinarygoodness for permission to use her beautiful photo.
singing with all its heart, atop the pohutukawa tree.
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on; on; and out
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away……O but every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the
singing will never be done.
Siegfried Sassoon (from Palgrave’s Golden Treasury with Additional Poems, OUP, 1935)
This post is dedicated:
to gpcox, pacificparatrooper who gathers in the stories of veterans and sends them out again, flying with spirit renewed, into the blogosphere;
to Britt, life/history enthusiast, spreading her literary wings with her latest published book, NOLA FRAN EVIE,
BUT the dedication to Britt comes with a proviso…..that she locates the original Totem Pole by Chief Lelooska in Portland. Here’s a clue, Britt. 🙂
Friendship Totem Pole,