As he rose from his sunken bath
To take on the call of destiny;
He paced the sun-soaked study,
Filling the room
With his commanding words of action.
His energy is at the peak
That a warrior can ever muster.
Leaping over the books littered under his feet
He roared like a lion entering the battle.
He is the man that turned
Our darkest days into our finest hours,
The world has not been the same since.
The courage he displayed
In the face of tyranny,
In the Battle of Britain
He won us a new world of hope.
As we are facing a new battle
Against the crisis of greed,
The evil within
Is not unlike the evil without.
We shall raise our heads,
Gaze towards the beautiful green fields
Over the Kentish hills…
Ah, the vitality of life has always been with us!
The human spirit is always there for us to cherish
From the past to the present,
From the present to the future,
Generation after generation.
We shall live on with courage,
As the spirit of Churchill charts on
In his beloved Chartwell.
Sunday 31st March 2013
At the home of Churchill