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- ´óÏó´«Ã½ Open Centre, Hull
- People in story:Ìý
- Submitted by his daughter Janet Leake
- Location of story:Ìý
- Hull. East Yorkshire.
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4151774
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 04 June 2005
Dunkirk — A Tribute
My memory may fade, after long years,
But through misty eyes, the you and the tears,
Of that glorious day, to end all sorrows,
And the many who fought, for all our tomorrows.
The memories of Dunkirk, on that infamous beach,
When the small boats of mercy seemed out of our reach,
The Battle of Britain, an attempt to subdue,
And the debt we owe, to those silent few.
To the western desert, in the heat and the sand,
Victory achieved, in the desolate land,
To the George Cross island, courageous and strong,
Through fire and hell, they lived in song.
From Monte Cassino, on the road to Rome,
Hearts becoming lighter, so closer to home.
Memories of D Day, on the Normandy coast,
The longest day, in the minds of most.
Victory day we commemorate, The Battle of Britain,
Admired by all, the heart of the nation.
Weary civilians, for their inspiration,
Let’s meet again and bring to the fore.
The tight band of friendship, returning once more,
Light up all the beacons and let us pray,
For the many who made this our special day,
While our guardians on high, as Bluebirds fly over.
Our symbol of peace, the white cliffs of Dover,
The Dunkirk spirit, which is proudly theirs,
For the spirit of freedom, we owe them our prayers,
A friendly land, a tender smile, that’s all you need to say,
Is thank you for my freedom, and thank you for today.
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