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A tribute to a Legend.

Up at five and really so keen,
To see the bond of man and machine

3 hours to drive to get to the start
We all have a laugh and so full of heart

We know it is early, the weather is damp
But we need to see cars come off the ramp

Through fog and rain we push on with style
We know the main man is due in a while

Then comes a whistle, the marshal says time
A car is now coming through forests of pine

Its howl is so frightening, like a banshee on heat
There is no escape, as we shuffle our feet

And suddenly now its why we are here
McRae over crest of course in top gear!

Its been worth the wait, the weather, the toil,
To see the brave Scot here on home soil

But now there is silence, and its deafening too
Cos you and the wee man have bid us adieu.

So rest in peace Colin you and your lad
You gave us your best, John be proud of your dad.

The memories you left us are above all the rest
You shone like a star, just simply the best.

Colin you're a mate and thats what we all thought
It made you a hero and that just cant be bought.

Now your in heaven with your boy and at rest
But you left us the true meaning of FLAT OVER CREST! .

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Arlington

I never thought that this is where Id settle down
I thought Id die an old man back in my hometown
They gave me this plot of land
Me and some other men
For a job well done
Theres a big white house, sits on a hill, just up the road
The man inside, he cried the day they brought me home
They folded up a flag
And told my mom and dad
Were proud of your son
And Im proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
Im on sacred ground, and Im in the best of company
Im thankful for those thankful for the things Ive done
I can rest in peace, Im one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington
I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay
When we finally found that cross
He said Son, this is what it costs
To keep us free
Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him
He recognized me on the first day I came in
And it gave me a chill
When he clicked his heels
And saluted me
And Im proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
Im on sacred ground, and Im in the best of company
Im thankful for those thankful for the things Ive done
I can rest in peace, Im one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington
And every time I hear twenty-one guns
I know they brought another hero home to us
Were thankful for those thankful for the things weve done
We can rest in peace, cause we are the chosen ones
We made it to Arlington
Yeah, dust to dust
Dont cry for us
We made it to Arlington

song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Arlington

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Give me a Star,

Give me a Star,
Give me a Star that I may Flow on and on,
In all that is to be Given unto Humanity,
Iam Breathing a Calling,
Let it all be Said unto God's Love and Mercy,
This is my Breathe,
That we are the Max Healing,
The Remedy will Teach me all FLOWS when I see Star from East,
Coming to this Day is the Regime of God's Understanding,
We are not Failing this Moment,
This is the Star that is Better than the planet Earth,
Give me that Calling,
That the Star from within you may Shine,
Iam Teaching all Humane the Value of Time and Grace,
This is the Meaning toward's Peace and HARMONY,
This is what God gave to the Rest of us,
That it is by His Love we are not Hesitating,
Iam feeling that the Composure is a Great Composition,
Eat the Beauty of what God gave to Humanity,
Then see what is the Value for the REST of us,
Their Deception will not Avail,
God will Teach me Love and see a Calling that is a Star,
I will Overcome all Evil within this REGIME,
In that Star is the Beauty that we will not live with Hatred Anymore,
Since my Being is all Flow,
Iam Coming,
Hold on and Keep on Coming with what God gave to the Rest of Humanity,
The Breathe is not ENDING anymore,
Since I came and saw a Man that is Able to Breathe Again,
The STAR will be a Living Legend within any TIMING.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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The thunder storm came suddenly

The thunder storm came suddenly; the air was drawing close,
with grey and black clouds covering the heaven
and suddenly there was no more blue
with the whole day being only grey
while leaves were falling in yellow and brown everywhere,

with the wind cutting icily, trying to grab onto jackets,
untimely the rain came without respect
for the rules of nature,
the thunder storm came suddenly.

Suddenly the weather was in each conversation
of the doctor, lawyer and architect,
as if it contained something incomprehensible and evil
nobody trusted the sudden bad weather;
early in the afternoon people left for home,
the thunder storm came suddenly.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Dream-Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1893)
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My Landscape

Today, now as the weather is cooling, I went on my walk.
Hadn’t been here since June; simply because it gets to
hot to walk here in summers. The stony part of the track
was firm like walking on a cobblestoned street. The soft
part was like walking barefoot on a newly mowed lawn.
At the part where thorny bushes had made archway,
a tunnel of mystery, I hesitated. Needn’t have worried
the branches embraced me like a mother who’s young
son is coming home from the sea. When I stopped for
a rest under the tree where also sheep rest in the heat,
leaves, in perfectly still air, fell as confetti welcoming
the returning hero. How I love this odd landscape, once it
was tilled but now humanity have gone leaving the land
to its own devise and strange beauty.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Long Hill

I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down --
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me --
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown --
But it's no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.

poem by Sara Teasdale
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One Sweet World

Nine planets round the sun
Only one does the sun embrace
Upon this watered one
So much we take for granted
So let us sleep outside tonight
Lay down in our mothers arms
For here we can rest safely
If green should slip to grey
But our hearts still bloody be
And if mountains crumble away
And the river dry would it stop the stepping feet
Take all that we can get
When its done
Nobody left to bury here
Nobody left to dig the holes
And here we can rest safely
One sweet world
Around a star is spinning
One sweet world
And in her breath Im swimming
And here we will rest in peace

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March of Memories

Left, right - left, right . . .
We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)
Memories of lost dreams and comrades gone ahead
Comrades bloody war took, dreams that men have slain
(Left, right - left, right . . .) Not ours to dream again.
There was Shorty Hall and Len Pratt, Long Joe and Blue,
Skeet and Brolga Houlihan, and Fat and me and you:
Bright lads, the old bunch; eager lads and keen
That first day we marched down thro' this familiar scene.
Dreams were ours, and high hopes went with us overseas.
(Left, right - left, right . . . ) And now 'tis memories.

We march again for memories (the grizzled Digger sighed)
Memories of lost mates, of foolish hopes that died.
First, Shorty got his issue on the beach at Sari Bair.
(Left, right - left, right . . .) The vision of him there
Brought the dawn of disillusion. I needed little more
To blood me to the butchery, the filthiness called war.
Shorty, like a limp rag, slung there anyhow,
Sprawling on the warm sand like I can see him now.
Always was a merry mate, a rare lad for fun.
(Left, right - left, right . . .) And Shorty, that was one.

We march today for memories; and they come crowding fast
As each year adds another page to the story of the past.
Pratt went west at Mena Base; raved of home and peace.
(Left, right - left, right . . . ) His was a kind release.
For a Lone Pine shell-burst got him; and he was less than man.
'Twas a sniper's bullet bore the name of Brolga Houlihan.
We called him Happy Houlihan, the man who took a chance.
Then the Reaper paused and plotted for the rest of them in France -
Except Long Joe, the luckless, a youth ill-shaped for war.
(Left, right - left, right . . .) And Long Joe was four.

We march today for memories. Little else had we
When we marched home as veterans. Blue and you and me.
For Skeet went with a night raid, and none came back alive.
(Left, right - left, right . . .) So Skeet, he tallied five.
Five gone and four to fight; us and Blue and Fat,
Who vowed he was too big to hit; but a whizz-bang settled that.
Yet Fat was lucky to the end - an end that held no pain.
All hell erupted where he stood; and none saw him again.
And Blue marched, and you marched, and I, a war-torn three.
(Left. right - left, right . . . ) Marched with memory.

We march again with memories (the grizzled Digger spake)
One year? Ten years? How soon shall we awake
To glorious reality? For lately it would seem -
(Left, right - left, right . . .) - we march within a dream.
Where Shorty is, and Blue is, and Happy Houlihan,
That seems the only real land, with rest for weary man.
For Blue went out three years ago; and cruel slow to kill
Was the war-god, the grim god who claims victims still.
But you and I, old Digger friend, will soon march with the rest.
(Left, right - left, right . . .) In the Army of the West!

Today we march with memories, and years dull the pain.
But God help the young 'uns, mate, if they must march again,
(Left, right - left, right . . .) For the young must ever dream.
But we march with memories, and ghosts go at our side -
Len Pratt and Long Joe, whom men say have died.
And you walk like a ghost, mate; you do not turn to hear.
Or is it - Did the boys say you passed last year?
Out of this tangled dreaming has your troubled spirit flown?
(Left, right - left, right . . .) And I march alone.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Parade

The crowd is looking drowned
And a mother in tears
There are flipflapping flags in the silence
And a national anthems a blues in these days
Flag him down, rest in peace
What peace do you mean when the boys are coming back
Hes live on tv
Hes dead as a hero can be
But he didnt die for nothing, my dear
The video of his death is travelling the world
Flag him down, rest in peace
What peace do you mean when the boys are coming back
In coffins
Way back in the crowd
A girl says goodbye to a boy
To a boy whos parading to heaven
And she puts all the blame on the gouvernment
Hes live on tv
Dead as a hero can be
...when the boys are parading to heaven, my friend
Put all the blame on you
On you
Echolette/1993

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Thirty Days Later…

Full thirty days have rolled off silently,
Since mother died and left this world for good;
A star upon the earth, ‘STELLA’ had lived,
And did far better things that she ev’r could!

Our home looks empty without mom and dad!
The separation is too much to bear;
Nevertheless, we feel quite happy, glad:
Our parents both are gone to be with God!

Our mom has gone to sleep and rest awhile;
And she will rise when Jesus comes again;
The Lord will take her to Heaven, His home,
Where bliss prevails eternally for souls.

May mother’s soul peacefully rest for now;
And let perpetual light shine upon her;
‘Stella’, the star is heaven-bound for sure;
Let’s pray for God’s mercy on Final Day!

Dedicated by her children, grand-children and relatives
In loving memory of a most beloved soul,

poem by John Celes
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Colin The Cumberland Sausage

Colin the Cumberland sausage
was as happy as a pig in mud.
Today the master butcher made him
for the table of Mr Wood.

So full of beans was Colin
he was nearly bursting from his skin,
until the butcher wrapped him in paper
for the errand boy to deliver him.

Colin the Cumberland sausage
was delivered the very same day
to Publican Wood at the Barley Mow pub
who would cook him in the usual way.

Colin was laid out on the table
ready to go in the pan,
but Wuffer the dog entered the kitchen
and took Colin in his mouth and ran.

Now nobody knows what became of Colin
we assume he was eaten by the dog,
but don’t be surprised to see his brother
on the table of the Barley Mow pub.

poem by Orlando Belo
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At Euroma

They built his mound of the rough, red ground,
By the dip of a desert dell,
Where all things sweet are killed by the heat,
And scattered o'er flat and fell;
In a burning zone they left him alone,
Past the uttermost western plain,
And the nightfall dim heard his funeral hymn
In the voices of wind and rain.

The songs austere of the forests drear,
And the echoes of clift and cave,
When the dark is keen where the storm hath been,
Fleet over the far-away grave.
And through the days when the torrid rays
Strike down on a coppery gloom,
Some spirit grieves in the perished leaves,
Whose theme is that desolate tomb.

No human foot or paw of brute
Halts now where the stranger sleeps;
But cloud and star his fellows are,
And the rain that sobs and weeps.
The dingo yells by the far iron fells,
The plover is loud in the range,
But they never come near to the slumberer here,
Whose rest is a rest without change.

Ah! in his life, had he mother or wife,
To wait for his step on the floor?
Did beauty wax dim while watching for him
Who passed through the threshold no more?
Doth it trouble his head? He is one with the dead;
He lies by the alien streams;
And sweeter than sleep is death that is deep
And unvexed by the lordship of dreams.

poem by Henry Kendall
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Be Concerned With

We have no time to watch
Each pulse is to be lived with an attempt to catch
Somebody may find it enterprising and as heaven
Rest all may be living under fear and not behaving even

Lot more to learn and lot more to loose
It is to be picked up and rightfully choose
What are we going to do with this precious moment?
Later on no time will be left to resent

God has given us beautiful earth to live
Full trust and dedicate to her to believe
That she is was and will always be for us
It has to be matter of great concern with trust

So rise early and face the day bravely
See the sun shine before it is late in early
Rest you all may follow generously
Keep pace with time and carry out continuously

Not to worry about what will be next?
It will certainly be in favor and best
It may prove sometime as an acid test
But believe in self and be assured of about the rest

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Wish I Had My Home

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

It only treated me great when I treated it great

I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine

I wish I had my home

(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort

I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home

When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me

When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me

When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like

I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and

I wish I could go back home.

(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again

I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down

I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment

I miss my home because my home is in her

She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay

Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside

I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart

If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers

All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays

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Heaven And Earth #2

when i look to the heavens and see the beauties of the sky
then i know the reason why.
why i was put on this earth, and why to me
my mother gave birth.
she gave me birth so that i can see
all the beauties that GOD put here for me.

heaven and earth are in unison as one
just like the sky is to the sun.
just like the crops are to the soil
through mans sacrifice and toil.

here on earth the LORD has said
is where you'll come to rest your head.
but in my kingdom of heaven
what you thought was impossibilities
'you now will see' living in immortality.

you will no longer have the human frailities
and emotions such as hate, envy, sadness
bitterness, sickness, desires
they will all go away, but other things will stay
such as love, joy, happiness
and a desire to help others
we have left behind.

in hopes that they could find the meanings
of the words that GOD has spoken
and pull out those inner emotions.

HEAVEN AND EARTH IS HERE AND NOW
IN YOUR HEART- IT WILL BE FOUND.

poem by Louis Rams
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Darkness and Rain

As i stand outside in the darkness and rain i try to keep the memories of us but they seem to fade away when you left no weathers been good all weathers been bad the best weather came when i was with you the best weather i ever had one kiss used to brighten my day 2 to keep the clouds away 3 kisses so i never felt blue but those kisses didnt matter as long as i had you darkness are now my days rain became part of the nights just take me away from all this darkness and bring me back to the light protect me and be my sun and be my shelter and save me from this bad weather.....forever some think im crazy some think im insane because i still wait for you outside in the darkness and rain

poem by Isaiah Ferguson
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Just Whistle A Bit

Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
And the sky be overcast:
If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
Why, pipe your own small blast.

And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track
The truant warbler comes stealing back.
But why need he come? for your soul's at rest,
And the song in the heart,--ah, that is best.

Just whistle a bit, if the night be drear
And the stars refuse to shine:
And a gleam that mocks the starlight clear
Within you glows benign.

Till the dearth of light in the glooming skies
Is lost to the sight of your soul-lit eyes.
What matters the absence of moon or star?
The light within is the best by far.

Just whistle a bit, if there 's work to do,
With the mind or in the soil.
And your note will turn out a talisman true
To exorcise grim Toil.

It will lighten your burden and make you feel
That there 's nothing like work as a sauce for a meal.
And with song in your heart and the meal in--its place,
There 'll be joy in your bosom and light in your face.

Just whistle a bit, if your heart be sore;
'Tis a wonderful balm for pain.
Just pipe some old melody o'er and o'er
Till it soothes like summer rain.

And perhaps 't would be best in a later day,
When Death comes stalking down the way,
To knock at your bosom and see if you 're fit,
Then, as you wait calmly, just whistle a bit.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Surfs You Right!

When Colin bought a computer, he didn't know a thing!
So in fact, without a tutor, he spent a lot, ker-ching!

So he plugged it in and waited... The PC screen stayed black!
For a while he hesitated and thought he'd take it back!

What's that? The on switch! There it was! The little so-and-so!
How foolish that he'd been so cross, yet now, all systems go!

An hour later, it calmed down! The Internet could start...
So Colin's forehead lost its frown, now he would soon take part.

The home page loaded, so he stared at small text on the screen,
The poor chap squinting unprepared, no longer quite as keen...

He clicked a link, saw colours change and near collapsed in shock!
'Good God! That site was really strange! ' That's one he had to block!

Another link he chose to try... This time some music played!
The volume had been set too high! He set it down to fade...

'Thank God for that! ' poor Colin said, 'At least I'm on my own! '
His cheeks by now were blushing red, as he let out a groan...

'OK! That's it! I'll beat this thing! ' He vowed with all his might!
Then he checked Google, Yahoo, Bing, still surfing through the night!

He fell asleep at half-past-five... He slept there like a slob!
Woke up, then off to work to drive, before he lost his job!

'That PC's going back next week! ' He told himself that day!
Alas, the poor guy's now a geek... His PC's here to stay!

poem by Denis Martindale
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A tribute to a Legend.

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Arlington

Arlington

Give me a Star,

The thunder storm came suddenly

Dream-Land

Dream Land

My Landscape

The Long Hill

One Sweet World

March of Memories

Parade

Thirty Days Later…

Colin The Cumberland Sausage

At Euroma

Be Concerned With

I Wish I Had My Home

Heaven And Earth #2

Darkness and Rain

Just Whistle A Bit

Surfs You Right!

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