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Monday, 29 May 2017

lest we forget


Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

the random


It is my habit at some point before the Memorial day parades to visit the graveyard.

Here on this rather tiny, sort of an island

we take our Memorial Day pretty seriously. 

Everything is in pristine condition for the start of the high season.

Yesterday as I noticed this pitchfork at the ready

Veteran's graves decorated with flags

I thought of this song....sung, sadly, in a musical round.....


the good
early morning sunlight on my desk...

it hasn't exactly been warm around here

or sunny....or dry....

but we did have a rather nice day yesterday

sandwiched between all the cold rain


the fun

 When the Saints go Marching In



We are traveling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before
But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)

Oh when the Saints go marching in
When the Saints go marching in
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

And when the sun refuses to shine
And when the sun refuses to shine
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

When the revelation comes
When the revelation comes
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

Louis Armstrong

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1 comment:

  1. It sure is a dreary day! Hope you've enjoyed your weekend anyway.

    ReplyDelete

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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