I was there that bitter cold day
When Winston Churchill passed my way;
Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,
I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.
About the man no more need be said
Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;
But I was there that memorable day
When Winston Churchill passed my way.
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Coincidentally Eugene De Kock gets released on the same day. Hahaha
Thank you, Jacqueline. I was privileged to be
on public service along the route of the funeral
procession. It was a truly irreplaceable
experience for a 20 year old.
Throughout history, there are only very few characters of such strength that they affect the world in such a way that their death invokes a mass outpouring of feeling. The funeral of Winston Churchill was obviously one of these events and the feelings that it brought about ring clear still, within many peoples minds. Your poem gives voice to the memories of all who were there that day.
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M.C. Newberry
Fri 30th Jan 2015 22:47
WSC himself demonstrated a noted reluctance
towards wasting time in the company of Boers or bores.