Move him into the sun —
Gently its touch awoke him once
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know …
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
Memorial Day
May 25, 2015 by suzannesmom
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