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Saturday, 31 January 2015
The Bulldog Breed
What could today's poem be, but one to commemorate Churchill? So here is a look back at a man who had flaws, but despite those, was still a very great leader, and a leader who, don't forget, remained in London when the bombs fell. Which politicians would do that now?
The Bulldog Breed
We shall fight them on the beaches Rationing, no bananas and no peaches Austerity of war, means so, so slender But the bulldog said, never surrender In times when hope was lost, despair He knew the black dog, doubt, fear But overcame those, his spirit strong Even when he could be in the wrong Let them starve, when we asked for aid Our dear Channel Islands would have paid No Red Cross Vega, no help come here The people would die, and disappear But it was not to be, the Red Cross came Yet his words remain, to his great shame For he was a great man, a bulldog breed Who came to Britain in her hour of need The Battle of Britain or negotiated peace He would not surrender, would not cease Until Europe was free from the Nazi yoke Think concentration camps, burning smoke As so many perished, whole families died Who could negotiate? Who even tried? Churchill would have none of this at all Called upon the Home Guard to stand tall On the beaches, and in the fields and streets Never surrender, despite minor defeats Dunkirk spirit, of the little boats who came To the field of conflict, of bombs and flame Rescued many, who would have been lost Never minding the danger, or counting cost Churchill inspired the many and the few Brave fighters in the air, those valiant crew And now we remember, a great man in deed Flawed but brave, last of the bulldog breed In the darkest hour, a voice of courage and hope Words that could help all who heard cope And on VE day, we listened, rejoiced indeed And our dear Channel Islands shall at last be freed!