Nothing has changed
It is still the same as before,
Mother's bear children and it breaks their hearts
To see them march off to the war.

They carried their pride in these young men
And worried each day away,
Waiting and hoping and praying
That soon they'd be home to stay.

The knock at the door and the Telegram Boy
With a message of terror and dread,
They knew before they opened it
That a loved one now lay dead.

Some came home damaged and somewhat destroyed
The welcome was warm but the tears they were crying,
Soon they would learn in their heart of hearts
That there are worse things than dying.

The years passed and the trumpet sounded
And the next generation was gone to another war,
Please oh please, will we ever learn
So that there's no knock at the door.

Our Soldiers still march and heed the call,
And fight for their country and peace,
My Mother heart speaks for all Mothers
Will this fighting ever cease?

Be proud of your sons and your daughters
Who see action all over this world,
May it be soon that they are home
And freedom's flag unfurled.

 

Linda J. Vaughan

April 2008
 

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Laurence Binyon

1869-1943
 

~~~

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae,

1872-1918

 

 

 

 

Music on this page is And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda -  by Eric Bogle.