At this time when we are asked to remember past wars I think of this from Ivor Gurney, a poet and musician, in the trenches of the First World War whose rememberance was of the land he loved and had left behind:

Only the wanderer
Knows England's graces,
Or can anew see clear
Familiar faces.

And who loves joy as he
That dwells in shadows?
Do not forget me quite,
O Severn meadows.

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