Saturday 8 October 2011

Repatriations

Times have changed since I was a Swindon boy


GWR thousands used to employ

Still it’s nice to reminisce

When a train ride to the sea was sheer bliss

Cycling was a joy

When I was a boy

We would cycle to “Bassett” with a mate on the bar

And hardly ever see a car

Wootton Bassett was then a small country town

Now through fate it has world renown

It is in the county of Wilts

And has an ancient town hall built on stilts

If only those walls could talk

As between the pillars we walk

Over the years many celebrations it’s seen

Weddings and coronations of kings and our queen

History books tell us of wars in the past

The Great War was supposed to be the last

Till Hitler decided Poland to invade

And Chamberlain his “ we are at war” speech made

VE- day was an epic event

Since then to various conflicts our troops have been sent

Repatriations are on the increase

From foreign conflicts that do not cease

From the current one ,the “fallen ” to RAF Lyneham fly in

That’s where the sad journeys begin

When the church bell tolls all is quiet and still

As the cortege comes up over the hill

When at the cenotaph it arrives

We mourn the loss of so many lives

A new generation are paying the ultimate price

Why oh why can’t everyone be nice?

British legion members salute with pride

As the standards are lowered side by side

Complete silence as the cortege passes by

In the crowd many a tear in the eye

Lining the street are both young and old

What will the toddlers by their mothers be told

Continuing the journey more homage is paid

We are proud of the effort we have made

As the convoy finally departs

We return home with heavy hearts



The world should be a wonderful place

Whatever has happened to the human race?



G.E.Maller

September 2009