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Sep 15
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
                                              
                                                Ever England

                                   For The Battle of Britain Day

Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climb
Far up into the English summer sky
At the lingering end of a golden time
As wild young lads and aging empires die

The Hood and the Rodney still the Channel guard
Against the strident Men of Destiny
Then shellfire falls; the helm is over hard
But the brave old ships keep the Narrow Sea

Dear Grandpa and the boys sport thin tin hats
In Sunday afternoon’s invasion drill
Gram says he’s too ****** old for all of that
But she too smells the smoke of Abbeville

Faith does not pass with ephemeral time:
Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climb



Previously published some years ago in longbowsandrosarybeads.blogspot.com before that delightful site was taken over and renamed by Gringottsy grouches and grinches and grumps.
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Lawrence Hall
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