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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homeward</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind a trench in Flanders the sun was dropping low,<br>With tramp, and creak and jingle I heard the gun-teams go;<br>And something seemed to 'mind me, a-dreaming as I lay,<br>Of my own old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brown thatch and gardens blooming with lily and with rose,<br>And the cool shining river so pleasant where he flows,<br>White fields of oats and barley, and elderflower like foam,<br>And the sky gold with sunset, and the horses going home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(<br>Home, lad, home, all among the corn and clover!<br>Home, lad, home when the time for work is over!<br>Oh there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done<br>And they go home together at setting of the sun!<br>)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Captain, Prince and Blossom, I see them all so plain,<br>With tasseled ear-caps nodding along the leafy lane,<br>There's a bird somewhere calling, and the swallow flying low,<br>And the lads sitting sideways, and singing as they go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well gone is many a lad now, and many a horse gone too,<br>Off all those lads and horses in those old fields I knew;<br>There's Dick that died at Cuinchy and Prince beside the guns<br>On the red road of glory, a mile or two from Mons!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead lads and shadowy horses - I see them just the same,<br>I see them and I know them, and name them each by name,<br>Going down to shining waters when all the West's a-glow,<br>And the lads sitting sideways and singing as they go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(<br>Home, lad, home . . . with the sunset on their faces!<br>Home, lad, home . . . to those quiet happy places!<br>There's rest for horse and man when the hardest fight is done,<br>And they go home together at setting of the sun!<br>)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cicely+Fox+Smith">Cicely Fox Smith</a><div class=q>
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With tramp, and creak and jingle I heard the gun-teams go;
And something seemed to 'mind me, a-dreaming as I lay,
Of my own old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day.

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