The movement of gentle breeze and the dance of flower heads sway such a dreamy scene while all seemed to beckon come the new day and peaceful time ahead.
1918 and The Great War,the war to end all wars was coming to its close.
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Flags upon the march home.
However like a dreaded game of struggle and strife it was only Half Time. One can ponder a thought upon such a strange thing in the hindsight of history. 1939 was the kick off date when fathers sons played to the tune of the flagging world empires again, and off they marched towards the lightning glare of the sun that finally ended it.
i gave up playing the recorder when i reached F Sharp!
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