Advent 1955 – John Betjeman

Advent 1955 The Advent wind begins to stir With sea-like sounds in our Scotch fir, It’s dark at breakfast, dark at tea, And in between we only see Clouds hurrying across the sky And rain-wet roads the wind blows dry And branches bending to the gale Against great skies all silver pale The world seems [...]

Read Full Post »

In Flanders Fields – John McCrae

Le Légende du Coquelicot/The Legend of the Poppy 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 [...]

Read Full Post »