Broken angels stood knee high in the withered grass -
Inside the austere nave, we felt the weight of memory -
I pictured the young able seaman, sitting in one of the box pews -
Already he could smell the wind from Africa -
Perhaps he saw the dhow, cutting through the bright water -
He saw his life in the curl of an enerald wave -
There was his memorial -
Died of wounds received in action - aged 19 years -
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Wednesday 1 February 2017
St George's
Portland
Dorset
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