Swordman 1941.......1944

Trans-sane

LE
Book Reviewer
In a few days ,the Oleander plant that "the Visitor" gave me as a gift from Germany will start to flower. When that happens, I will post a picture of this rare and quite beautiful plant here on this site
Please do. My gardening skills extend only to appreciation sadly so do not let me in the same grid square as it otherwise it will die again...
 

pongo6863

RIP
RIP

BratMedic

LE
Book Reviewer
Honoured!..."Ordre national rank of Chevalier in the Legion de la Honneur"
So when is Prince Charles going to have your portrait done?
 
Congratulations; well earned! It is a fine looking gong.
 
Congratulations Brian . I know someone else who applied and like you had been waiting ages for a response .
 
Excellent news ,congratulations.

WW
 
Congratulations. It's well deserved!
 
Any news of Swordman? It seems that he hasn't been in here since June.
He accepted my facebook friends request yesterday...I've bottle of Bushmills heading his way on Friday.
 
Although he never replied to my private message about buying the book and the bottle of whiskey....

Hope he still has the bloody book lmao.
 

swordman

RIP
RIP
Still going strong at 90.....
Best wishes to every one here. Cheers.

Quietly! Quietly! Whisper my Name.


So many long years ago I died, under Norman apple trees.
But now my Spirit wanders, as a warm and gentle breeze.
Hush! Quietly, Whisper my name, in that long forgotten place.
Then feel the warmth of my Spirit, caress lightly on your face.

For now, I am the jewelled Summer Lark that soars on high.
Bright in heavens concert hall, my song will fill the sky.
I am the tumbling cloud’s that rise, to touch the face of Joy.
No longer held by earthly bonds, a once young and vital boy.

In an instant life was swept away, in a brutal savage war.
Look not for me in Normandy, for I am there no more.
I am the peace in woodland glades, in veiled cascades of green.
Feel me close, in your times of joy, sensed, but never seen.

Whisper my name, hear my voice, in cascading woodland spring,
Or England's flowered primrose banks, wherein the bluebells ring.
Don’t mourn for me, quietly call my name, I'll visit in your dreams.
And, fill your mind with the beauty, of heavens joyous scenes.

Hush! Hush!
Just whisper,
Quietly call my name.
Whisper quietly.
For all the young men that never came home.
From the fields of Normandy,
I bring many memories.
Beneath them, I leave many friends.
Brian Guy
Monty’s Ironsides.
 
Still going strong at 90.....
Best wishes to every one here. Cheers.

Quietly! Quietly! Whisper my Name.


So many long years ago I died, under Norman apple trees.
But now my Spirit wanders, as a warm and gentle breeze.
Hush! Quietly, Whisper my name, in that long forgotten place.
Then feel the warmth of my Spirit, caress lightly on your face.

For now, I am the jewelled Summer Lark that soars on high.
Bright in heavens concert hall, my song will fill the sky.
I am the tumbling cloud’s that rise, to touch the face of Joy.
No longer held by earthly bonds, a once young and vital boy.

In an instant life was swept away, in a brutal savage war.
Look not for me in Normandy, for I am there no more.
I am the peace in woodland glades, in veiled cascades of green.
Feel me close, in your times of joy, sensed, but never seen.

Whisper my name, hear my voice, in cascading woodland spring,
Or England's flowered primrose banks, wherein the bluebells ring.
Don’t mourn for me, quietly call my name, I'll visit in your dreams.
And, fill your mind with the beauty, of heavens joyous scenes.

Hush! Hush!
Just whisper,
Quietly call my name.
Whisper quietly.
For all the young men that never came home.
From the fields of Normandy,
I bring many memories.
Beneath them, I leave many friends.
Brian Guy
Monty’s Ironsides.

Nice one "Swordman" pleased to see you posting again!
 
Still going strong at 90.....
Best wishes to every one here. Cheers.

Quietly! Quietly! Whisper my Name.


So many long years ago I died, under Norman apple trees.
But now my Spirit wanders, as a warm and gentle breeze.
Hush! Quietly, Whisper my name, in that long forgotten place.
Then feel the warmth of my Spirit, caress lightly on your face.

For now, I am the jewelled Summer Lark that soars on high.
Bright in heavens concert hall, my song will fill the sky.
I am the tumbling cloud’s that rise, to touch the face of Joy.
No longer held by earthly bonds, a once young and vital boy.

In an instant life was swept away, in a brutal savage war.
Look not for me in Normandy, for I am there no more.
I am the peace in woodland glades, in veiled cascades of green.
Feel me close, in your times of joy, sensed, but never seen.

Whisper my name, hear my voice, in cascading woodland spring,
Or England's flowered primrose banks, wherein the bluebells ring.
Don’t mourn for me, quietly call my name, I'll visit in your dreams.
And, fill your mind with the beauty, of heavens joyous scenes.

Hush! Hush!
Just whisper,
Quietly call my name.
Whisper quietly.
For all the young men that never came home.
From the fields of Normandy,
I bring many memories.
Beneath them, I leave many friends.
Brian Guy
Monty’s Ironsides.
You soppy old git.

If you want anybody filling in for you, PM me.
 

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