WebTwas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this house did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see. No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand. http://www.worldofchristmas.net/christmas-poems/family-christmaspoems.html
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Web1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke. V. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke. 403. The Soldier’s Return: A Ballad by Robert Burns. A Soldier's Reprieve by William Topaz McGonagall. Bless God, he went as soldiers, by Emily Dickinson. Soldier, Maiden, and Flower by Eugene Field. THE SOLDIER'S CONSOLATION. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. WebMay 31, 2013 · Carol Ann Duffy: The Christmas Truce. UK Poet Laureat Carol Ann Duffy wrote this poem in remembrance of the soldiers in the German and British trenches in World War 1, who declared a momentary unilateral truce in the slaughter at Christmas 1914, in recognition of what united them as human beings, rather than the war that divided them … incongruous visual field
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WebDec 22, 2012 · A Christmas poem courtesy of Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt: ‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down his chimney with presents to give, And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. WebChristmas, Soldier. The Night Before Christmas. T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone in a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see: no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. WebThe poem When Titans Walked hangs as part of the permanent display at the Titan Missile Museum in Arizona. What a great bunch of guys they are. I never really set out to become a poet - for me this effort began o n Pearl Harbor Day, December 7th, 2000, when I just wanted to share a small word of thanks to the troops who sacrificed so much to ... incongruous term