I never knew my Grandfather, he died before I was born
On a battle field in Flanders, on a late September morn
A young man in his prime was he, who never raised his son
No part of him was ever found, when battle it was won
But I bear his name with pride because, a heo still is he
Who gave his life for everyone, especially you and me
He speaks to me from spirit, though I never hear his words
He talks to me in sunlight, in animals and birds
I feel his very presence, his hand upon my arm
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I would like to show photos etc on this blog eventually but at the moment I have not been able to download pics from my computer. The 'help' page has not been much use so far as I can not find the img attachment. I will have another go when I have time so that I can show you where my travels have taken me so far. If you have any clear instructions on loading pics to this blog I would like to hear them. Thanks