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Post by GRUMPY 1 on Dec 11, 2007 18:56:38 GMT
It's Christmas Day All Is Secure
'Twas the night before christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live
I looked all about, a strange sight did I see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree
No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds
A sobering thought came into my mind
For this house was different, It was dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier, once I saw clearly
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder
Not how I pictured a lone British soldier
Was this the hero of whom I'ld just read
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed
I realised the families that I saw this night
Owed their lives to these soldiers who are willing to fight.
Soon round the world the children would play
And grownups would celebrate a bright christmas day
We all enjoy freedom each month of the year
Because of the soldiers, the one lying here
I couldn't help wondering how many alone
On a cold christmas eve in a land far from home
The very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees and started to cry
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice
'Santa don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more
My life is my god , my country, my corps.'
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
As I sat and shivered from the cold nights chill
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night
This guardian of freedom, so willing to fight
Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure
whispered 'Carry on Santa it's christmas day, all is secure.'
One look at my watch and I knew he was right
'Merry christmas my friend and to all a good night'.
This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas
The following is his request -I thinks it's reasonable.
Please will you do me the favour of sending this poem to as many people as you can.
Christmas is coming and credit is due to our British Service men and women for our ability to celebrate in peace and security.
Lets try in this small way to pay back a little of what we owe!
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Post by GRUMPY 1 on Dec 11, 2007 19:40:53 GMT
cheers for moving it to the dead forum.
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Post by regattastokie on Dec 12, 2007 0:42:02 GMT
The Christmas card poem of the year so far:
As I awoke one morning
When all good things are born
A robin perched upon my sill
To greet the coming dawn
So gay and young and fragile
And sweetly it did it sing
Such thoughts of joy and happiness
Into my heart did spring
I calmly smiled at the robin's song
And leaning from my bed
I gently closed the window
And crushed his fucking head
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Post by Widget123 on Dec 12, 2007 11:07:12 GMT
^ the last line of that poem is:
"i'm not a morning person"...
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