My location on this forum is stated as 'A corner of Vienna, Austria, that is forever England'. This comes from Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), a 38 year old English poet who was killed in WWI:

"The Soldier (War Sonnets No. 5)

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, blessed by the 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 a peace, under an English heaven."

I am, indeed, British by birth but English by the Grace of God

Follow That Dream

Sam
Karaoke King

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Turning that corner again - I have to keep following that dream, no matter what