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Forgotten Dead, I Salute You

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Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,
Night has gone out beneath the hill
Many sweet times; before our eyes
Dawn makes and unmakes about us still
The magic that we call the rose.
The gentle history of the rain
Has been unfolded, traced and lost
By the sharp finger-tips of frost;
Birds in the hawthorn build again;
The hare makes soft her secret house;
The wind at tourney comes and goes,
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Norma Southwood 17 April 2010
Incredibly beautiful poem. Her words, written so long ago, mean so much to me today.
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