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In memory of moments past, no matter how simple or mundane

but which gave much joy.

In memory of soldiers in war, their thoughts, feelings and sacrifices .

In celebration of living, as appreciation of each day given.

The Sun Used to Shine
by Philip Edward Thomas
 
 
The sun used to shine while we two walked
Slowly together, paused and started
Again, and sometimes mused, sometimes talked
As either pleased, and cheerfully parted
 
Each night. We never disagreed
Which gate to rest on. The to be
And the late past we gave small heed.
We turned from men or poetry
 
To rumours of the war remote
Only till both stood disinclined
For aught but the yellow flavorous coat
Of an apple wasps had undermined;
 
Or a sentry of dark betonies,
The stateliest of small flowers on earth,
At the forest verge; or crocuses
Pale purple as if they had their birth
 
In sunless Hades fields. The war
Came back to mind with the moonrise
Which soldiers in the east afar
Beheld then. Nevertheless, our eyes
 
Could as well imagine the Crusades
Or Caesar’s battles. Everything
To faintness like those rumours fade—
Like the brook’s water glittering
 
Under the moonlight—like those walks
Now—like us two that took them, and
The fallen apples, all the talks
And silence—like memory’s sand
 
When the tide covers it late or soon,
And other men through other flowers
In those fields under the same moon
Go talking and have easy hours.
 
(image from the guardian):
 
 
 
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the poet, Philip Edward Thomas, 1878 – 1917
 
 
 
 

A central theme of his poetry was on war.

In 1915, Thomas, “the poet – soldier”

joined the British Army to fight during World War I.

He was killed in action during the  Battle of Arras, 1917