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Peace on Earth …. Amen
Dearest Mother and Father,
As we sit huddled in our trenches
separated from the Hun by craters and barbed wire,
our thoughts are at home
with our families.
The occasional sniffle makes its way to my ears
and I remember fondly
standing around the piano last Christmas
singing carols with you all.
Out of the darkness a lonesome
tenor starts to sing.
The words are not familiar but the tune
is one we all recognize.
One by one voices from both sides of no-man’s
land join in until a choir of soldiers
sing mournfully in two languages
celebrating not only Christmas, but being alive.
There was no shooting Mother.
It must be as hard for you to envisage as it was for us.
All was calm and under the star-filled night sky
all was eerily bright.
We climbed out of the trenches
and met in no-man’s land
shaking hands and swapping buttons
sipping Scotch and Schnapps.
Fritz showed off a picture of his daughter
I showed him one of my son
and our wistful smiles replaced words
as we both silently prayed we would see them again.
Later we wandered back to our trenches
to cries of “Merry Christmas” and “Frohe Weihnachten”.
I have the socks on that you knitted for me, Mother.
I wish this peace could last …
- 22 Sept 2014
They ran down tree-lined pathways,
along country land and over moors
to cities where King’s Shilling they took
to keep enemies from our shores.
To them, age was no matter.
Be they young or perhaps too old
they were willing to serve their country.
To stand steady and be bold.
From the pleasant Isles of Britain
‘cross the Channel they did go,
to battle in fields and trenches
where now blood red poppies grow.
Through Summer’s heat and Winter’s cold
they charged and fought and died.
Sheltering in craters,
getting tangled in the wire.
The Somme took its toll on their numbers,
Ypres and Passchendale too.
Whole families of men side by side
in mud that clung like glue.
A hundred years have passed now
since that war that is called “Great”
and lessons learned, not forgotten,
since thousands met their fate.
Still remain the hollows
in some places to be seen.
Do spirits of soldiers brave
wage battle in between?
Now crosses mark the fallen.
Who in valour slain
rest eternal, not forgotten,
as poppies grow in sun and rain.
- 17 May 2014
While looking after “Das Haus” and all that is within its walls, I have come across books that I have yet to read. This is always a nice discovery, for me at least, as I am a somewhat avid reader … but then so is my partner … hence the finding of books.
A touching farewell from Dante Basco (Rufio in ‘Hook’)
Originally posted on Dante Basco: My take on life...:
Today Robin Williams past away and it’s been so surreal, it felt like it came out of nowhere… A text message from a friend made me aware of the news and frantically I jumped online to see if it was true. Sadly, I found out it was and even more sad, I read of the circumstances. I couldn’t keep reading the stories online for it’s too sad.
At times like this, I get very reflective and being a writer, I guess it’s best to write and what better place but my blog. It’s surreal because I haven’t seen Robin for many years yet in he’s so connected to me due to his close involvement in the biggest role of my career in “Hook” where he played Peter Pan and I played the punk kid who took over as leader of the Lost Boys when he left Neverland… Rufio.
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How can one pay tribute to someone with such a vast repetroire of accomplishments?
I cannot answer that question in its entirity though I am compelled to try.
The first I knew of Robin Williams was as a comedic Martian in the TV series Mork and Mindy (1978-1982).
Through the mistakes of the character and his transmissions back to Ork (Mork calling Orson, come in Orson)
at the end of each show, we may have become imprinted and in some small way, our lives changed.
Through the laughter, I know mine did, so much so that I now have every Mork and Mindy episode.
There are not many authors around that I can complemint by saying I have read all their books. J.K. Rowling however is one of those on the list and she has taken yet another step on the ladder of respect in my opinion. Perhaps other authors have done the same thing and it has either never come to light or I never read about it, I cannot say for sure which is true.
J.K. Rowling began her tremendous rise to success with her series of books about Harry Potter. They have pride of place on my bookcase and the DVDs are part of my collection too. The books, I feel I can safely say, became a dream world for many readers … a means of escape from the day-to-day drama, stress and sadness that we all meet at one time or another. The antics of the wizarding trio composed of bespectacled Harry, the red-headed Ron Weasley and the sensitive yet obnoxious (at times) brainiac Hermione Granger keep you turning pages, not wanting to put the books down. The bullying of Draco Malfoy and his 2 sheepish cohorts, add a sad realism to a fictional fantasy world. The teachers, whom I am sure we all wish “our” teachers had been like, show care even through grumbling and snapping as in the way of Professor Severus Snape.
On the morning of July 25th 2014, I was making my way from Victoria coach station to Victoria tube station. It was in the midst of the morning rush hour and all around me people were heading to work, to the shops, to appointments, or perhaps they were meeting a friend for breakfast … who knows, this is London after all and strange things have been know to occur here.