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<\/p>\nThis Remembrance Sunday, as we give thanks and appreciation for all of those who fought and lost their lives in WWI, we would love to share with you this wonderful poem that was written by one of our members.<\/p>\n
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Oh Mother<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \nOh Mother, who is my father?<\/span><\/p>\n The man who left for war. My Child, he is a martyr, Oh Mother, where fights\u00a0my father?<\/span><\/p>\n All the years he\u2019s been away. My Child, he battles in France. Oh Mother, how is my father? My Child, he has been beaten. Oh Mother, please bring back my father. My Child, he rests now in heaven. Adam Alexander, Armistice Day Centenary, (1918-2018)<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This Remembrance Sunday, as we give thanks and appreciation for all of those who fought and lost their lives in WWI, we would love to share with you this wonderful poem that was written by one of our members. Oh Mother Oh Mother, who is my father? The\u2026<\/p>\n
\nWith pride and courage on his side,
\nThrough mud and blood he saw.<\/span><\/p>\n\n
\nLike no man I\u2019ve ever known.
\nFor King and Empire, brave and bold,
\nTo war his soul was sold.<\/p>\n
\nWhere the letters he sends, oh the good things he says,
\nOh Mother, where be my father?<\/p>\n
\nIn the trenches to shoot and advance.
\nThe letters are lies, the truth perverted by spies,
\nIn the place where the crow flies.<\/p>\n
\nIn a place of disease and death.
\nHe lies in the dirt, in gas and in red,
\nOh Mother, please wake up my father.<\/p>\n
\nOrdered never to shelter, but run.
\nHaig wanted a win, his orders a sin.
\nNow he rots after facing the gun.<\/p>\n
\nFor his duty as soldier is done.
\nLet him come home to us, where we\u2019ll love him and fuss,
\nIn Great Britain he fought for, he must.<\/p>\n
\nFor his duty as father is done.
\nLest we forget, on the 11th we set,
\nFrom the moment of the rising sun.<\/p>\n