Rememberance

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.