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.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
3 comments:
love your tribute to veterans. Proud to be one.
You've brought tears to my eyes, dear Irene. How beautifully the graves are kept, and how perfectly lovely that poem. God bless you always with precious memories that far outweigh the pain of loss. xoxo
Great tribute Irene!
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