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Salute!

So rest young warrior 
In yon ditch or field
And know that we are grateful
For the might that you did wield.

Rest easy in your graves
For it's not you who sinned
And we will always honour you
Though you are but dust in the wind.

The suited table talkers who fail
Send our young to die
But don't include their own children
When they give war a try.

It's the unemployed and poor
who sign up for wars and adversity
While the rich kids catch a jet
To a foreign job or university.

So many generous immature souls
Come forward when the Bell is rung
When the politician's remedies fail
They pass the bile filled cup - 
To the young.

Safe Passage to Tollesbury

I had to move her now
Because the winter was here
Sailing her was usually fun
When the sun was there to cheer.

Blowing wind and heavy rain
The boat is severely tossed around
Hold on, grit my teeth, look out!
We must not go aground.

There are no lighted buoys
No shapes upon the shore
No moon or stars to help us
and daylight is no more.

I've been so foolish, will we make it?
I feel that I have sinned
Then a calmness overtakes me as
I smell wood smoke on the wind.

Can you smell it?  I asked my friend
Just a trace on the air 
Someone is burning wood
on the shoreline over there.

I know where to head if
the shore is on the right
Keep straight ahead and find
the flashing beacon light.

There it is!  Just a little more
Then hang a left into the creek
Shine the torch - look there's the quay - 
And the wind has ceased to shriek.

The bonfire burner on the shore
Will never ever know
The comfort he rendered two frightened men
Who were lost in a winter blow.