Now all roads lead to France and heavy is the treadOf the living; but the dead returning lightly dance.
Thank you for giving these a well-deserved airing.
This is how poetry should be presented! Alive, human, and moving. Poetry was always meant to be heard rather than just read. Think of Beowulf...
Thank you for these 'memories'. This was my granddad's generation.
Very very touching. Thank yoy.