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03/26/2026

Wow wow that is powerful even just hearing those words makes my heart skip a beat

12/14/2025

Aussie Aussie Aussie

11/11/2025

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them ...
Lest we forget

These men woman and animals included

They died bravely and the sacrifice was worth it for the Mother Country...written of course in September 1914 before WW1 had got going.

11/03/2025

Does everyone know the reason the grass is greener after an electric storm???

11/02/2025

Who’s gonna have a story Monday around the water cooler… about a spontaneous weekend trip or event even something out of the ordinary
A way the lord has blessed you,
The storm missed you
You were able to help a neighbour

Shared a meal with family members or friends.

Not surfing the net but surfing the waves

Reeling in a fish not watching reels

Seeking God rather tmolly.the.moming COD,

Bit ruff that’s all I got

With molly.the.mom – I just got recognised as one of their rising fans! 🎉

11/01/2025

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

The Ode comes from For the Fallen, a poem by English poet and writer Laurence Binyon. The poem was first published in The Times on 21 September 1914. It was later published in the Winnowing Fan - Poems of the Great War.

By mid-September 1914, less than seven weeks after the outbreak of war, the British Expeditionary Force in France had already suffered severe casualties. Long lists of the dead and wounded appeared in British newspapers. It was against this background that Binyon wrote For the Fallen.

The Ode is the fourth stanza of the poem. The verse, which became the League Ode, was already used in association with Anzac Day commemoration services in Australia in 1921.

For the Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

- Written by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

10/28/2025

With Composer II – I just got recognised as one of their rising fans! 🎉

05/26/2025

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