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This one was taken on an autumn day where I ventured into France on the bike. It is just a photo of a French field with a tree in front and a hunter and his dog (too small to be recognisable) in the background. But it keeps reminding me of a famous sonnet by the English poet Rubert Brooke who was killed in the trenches of Northern France during the First World War. The poem is called

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke, 1914

Technically I clarified and filtered for noise before resizing and sharpening.

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  • Copyright: Per Hoj (hojper) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 558 W: 123 N: 863] (2832)
  • Genre: Places
  • Medium: Color
  • Date Taken: 2004-11-14
  • Categories: Nature
  • Camera: Casio EX-Z4
  • Exposure: f/5.0, 1/400 seconds
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  • Photo Version: Original Version
  • Date Submitted: 2005-03-03 16:52
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