Forget me not
Posted: 28 Jun 2011 21:42
I came across this poem published in a local paper in 1918. I transcribed it and thought I would share it with our Forum members.
“FORGET-ME-NOT”
When the golden sun is setting,
And your mind from care is free.
When of others you are thinking,
Will you sometimes think of me?
As the stars shine from the heavens
On the powerful Britain’s Isle,
And you’re feeling lone and weary.
Do you think of me and smile?
When the night is dark and dreary
And to slumber wend your way
Do you linger at the bedside--
Do you think of me and pray?
As the morning light approaches
Will you think of one sweet spot?
Where I promised to remember
Dearest one, “Forget-Me-Not”
When the morn, in all its glory,
Fills the earth with light and life
And you wander neath the sunbeams,
Think of me midst rife and strife.
As the noonday sun is shining,
For a spell your labour’s cease.
Think of me whilst I am pining,
Pining for sweet days of peace
When your daily toil has ended,
And you’re feeling tired and sore.
And your heart is torn with anguish
Will you think of me the more?
Through the days of woe and sorrow,
Through the battle fierce and hot,
With eyes aglow, though tears may flow
Dearest one “forget-me-not”
Private Albert Downs
R.A.M.C
1918
©Copyright kfd March 2011
“FORGET-ME-NOT”
When the golden sun is setting,
And your mind from care is free.
When of others you are thinking,
Will you sometimes think of me?
As the stars shine from the heavens
On the powerful Britain’s Isle,
And you’re feeling lone and weary.
Do you think of me and smile?
When the night is dark and dreary
And to slumber wend your way
Do you linger at the bedside--
Do you think of me and pray?
As the morning light approaches
Will you think of one sweet spot?
Where I promised to remember
Dearest one, “Forget-Me-Not”
When the morn, in all its glory,
Fills the earth with light and life
And you wander neath the sunbeams,
Think of me midst rife and strife.
As the noonday sun is shining,
For a spell your labour’s cease.
Think of me whilst I am pining,
Pining for sweet days of peace
When your daily toil has ended,
And you’re feeling tired and sore.
And your heart is torn with anguish
Will you think of me the more?
Through the days of woe and sorrow,
Through the battle fierce and hot,
With eyes aglow, though tears may flow
Dearest one “forget-me-not”
Private Albert Downs
R.A.M.C
1918
©Copyright kfd March 2011
