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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will no more be seeing. He loved each corner of the links- The stream at the eleventh, The grey-green bents, the pale sea-pinks, The prospect from the seventh; To the ninth tee the uphill climb, A grass and sandy stairway, And at the top the scent of thyme And long extent of fairway. He knew how on a summer day The sea's deep blue grew deeper, How evening shadows over Bray Made that round hill look steeper. He knew the ocean mists that rose And seemed for ever staying, When moaned the foghorn from Trevose And nobody was playing; The flip of cards on winter eves, The whisky and the scoring, As trees outside were stripped of leaves And heavy seas were roaring. He died when early April light Showed red his garden sally And under pale green spears glowed white His lillies of the valley; The garden where he used to stand And where the robin waited To fly and perch upon his hand And feed till it was sated. The Times would never have the space For Ned's discreet achievements; The public prints are not the place For intimate bereavements. A gentle guest, a willing host, Affection deeply planted - It's strange that those we miss the most Are those we take for granted.
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