Post by Administrator on Sept 3, 2021 7:04:58 GMT
Repeated for today:
SPECIAL EMBLEM
I watched our Standard flutter gently in the breeze,
Saw the duty bugler positioned there at ease,
Soon then at attention – everyone was still,
Then I heard the bugle sound and felt a sudden chill.
It’s a very special emblem our Standard-Bearer carries,
Born aloft with deference where good men meet at rallies,
Gathered in a meeting place in homage to our dead,
It represents raw courage, on oceans far widespread.
Dipped in hushed remembrance while standing on parade,
In unison with `last post`, or `sunset` when it’s played,
Reflecting on our brothers at the bottom of the sea,
The unmarked tomb of mariners - freedom is not free.
Worn upon our merchant ships not only when we muster,
It’s the mark of British Seamen, who call it our Red Duster,
Sometimes at a funeral it makes a coffin shroud,
A final sad reminder that a veteran’s served us proud.
For centuries it’s been displayed, time has not forgot,
When nobly then it sailed with us into the shell and shot,
I watched our ensign flutter gently in the breeze,
And wiped away a tear - when the bugler stood at ease.
Inspired by `Wings` Barry - M.N.A. Standard Bearer.
From `A Bucket Of Steam`
LINK
SPECIAL EMBLEM
I watched our Standard flutter gently in the breeze,
Saw the duty bugler positioned there at ease,
Soon then at attention – everyone was still,
Then I heard the bugle sound and felt a sudden chill.
It’s a very special emblem our Standard-Bearer carries,
Born aloft with deference where good men meet at rallies,
Gathered in a meeting place in homage to our dead,
It represents raw courage, on oceans far widespread.
Dipped in hushed remembrance while standing on parade,
In unison with `last post`, or `sunset` when it’s played,
Reflecting on our brothers at the bottom of the sea,
The unmarked tomb of mariners - freedom is not free.
Worn upon our merchant ships not only when we muster,
It’s the mark of British Seamen, who call it our Red Duster,
Sometimes at a funeral it makes a coffin shroud,
A final sad reminder that a veteran’s served us proud.
For centuries it’s been displayed, time has not forgot,
When nobly then it sailed with us into the shell and shot,
I watched our ensign flutter gently in the breeze,
And wiped away a tear - when the bugler stood at ease.
Inspired by `Wings` Barry - M.N.A. Standard Bearer.
From `A Bucket Of Steam`
LINK