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Armistice Day

The main commemorations were at the weekend but today is the real thing. You don’t think of Thomas Hardy as a war poet, but here’s his poem In Time of the Breaking of Nations

Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.

Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.

Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.

wimbornespitfire

Staying in Dorset, I’m so disappointed that I forgot to go down to town to see the Spitfire on display. The lady in the photo helped to build Spitfires during the war. Photo Blackmore Vale Magazine. More here.

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That's an unusual poem, there's been a lovely selection this weekend.

Shame you missed the Spitfire.
Reading it now, I wonder what chance the poor 'wight' had of seeing his maid again.

Kicking myself!