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Just watched The Antiques Roadshow while having dinner. Very interesting,instructive and emotional in places. Anybody else see it?
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Me to treetop, very hard to believe what some of them went through, and I cant imagine the 14/15 year old kids of today volunteering for war! I had a lump in my throat at the end when the lady was shown her brothers grave, she didn't know was there.
20:20 Sun 06th Apr 2014
The War Poet who wrote this, Isaac Rosenberg, joined up because he needed the money.
The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet's poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies,
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver -what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in men's veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe,
Just a little white with the dust.
Isaac Rosenberg
The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet's poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies,
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver -what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in men's veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe,
Just a little white with the dust.
Isaac Rosenberg
That sounds like a plan Daisy, but I do hate to disappoint best beloved, we had some really lovely times down in your neck of woods. We do have some lovely hotels in this area ..... sadly I don't have the space or I'd offer you a room - maybe when we get Queenie off our hands,
Apologies Treetops didn't mean to hijack your thread. An interesting topic I must say
Apologies Treetops didn't mean to hijack your thread. An interesting topic I must say
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The worlds most volunteer street - Chapel St Altrincham - 60 joined up because they were starving, and you got fed before going to the trenches.
They looked on it as good deal.
The quality of the recruits ( cannon-fodder) was so crap from the slums that they actually had a Royal Commission look into it.
Presumably they said Life in the slums is truly terrible.....
anyway it was the start of the slum/clearnaces - public health movement.
and the idea that you can live someone life better for them than they can themselves.
The worlds most volunteer street - Chapel St Altrincham - 60 joined up because they were starving, and you got fed before going to the trenches.
They looked on it as good deal.
The quality of the recruits ( cannon-fodder) was so crap from the slums that they actually had a Royal Commission look into it.
Presumably they said Life in the slums is truly terrible.....
anyway it was the start of the slum/clearnaces - public health movement.
and the idea that you can live someone life better for them than they can themselves.
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