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Funeral Poem #1

Major Malcolm Boyle who gave his life on D-Day, 1944.

 

If I should never see the Moon again

Rising red gold across the harvest field,

Or feel the stinging of soft April rain

As the brown earth her hidden treasures yield,

 

If I should never taste the salt sea spray

As the ship beats her course against the breeze,

Or smell the dog rose or the new-mown hay,

Or moss and primrose beneath the tree,

 

If I should never hear the thrushes wake

Long before the sunrise in the glimmering dawn,

Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break

Against the rugged cliffs in baffling scorn,

 

If I have said goodbye to stream and wood,

To the wide ocean and the green clad hill,

I know that He who made this world so good,

Has somewhere made a heaven better still.

 

This I bear witness with my latest breath,

Knowing the love of God, I fear not death.

 

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