by njb902 » Mon May 27, 2013 7:11 am
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 thier eyes to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that
are left grow.
Age shall not weary them, nor the
years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in
the morning.
We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon