Robert Ernest Vernede - Novelist/Poet

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Well that time of year has come around yet again, where does the time go???

Thinking or Robert again today and tomorrow on yet another anniversary of his death and I will be raising a glass to him and his memory tonight.

Andy

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Well that time of year has come around yet again, where does the time go???

Thinking or Robert again today and tomorrow on yet another anniversary of his death and I will be raising a glass to him and his memory tonight.

Andy

Thanks for the reminder, Andy. Only yesterday, quite by chance, I was browsing Robert's poems, and perhaps this one measures his worth, as both man and soldier, more than any other does?

Cheers-salesie.

To C. H. V.

What shall I bring to you, wife of mine,

When I come back from the war?

A ribbon your dear brown hair to twine?

A shawl from a Berlin store?

Say, shall I choose you some Prussian hack

When the Uhlans we o'erwhelm?

Shall I bring you a Potsdam goblet back

And the crest from a Prince's helm?

Little you'd care what I laid at your feet,

Ribbon or crest or shawl -

What if I bring you nothing, sweet,

Nor maybe come home at all?

Ah, but you'll know, Brave Heart, you'll know

Two things I'll have kept to send:

Mine honour for which you bade me go

And my love - my love to the end.

R. E. Vernede (undated)

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Remembering Robert E. Vernede today.

Always a poem that sticks in my mind salesie, thanks for the reminder.

Andy

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Another year goes by, remembering Robert on this day.

Andy

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Remembering Robert again this year

Andy