Hi Folks, Many thanks for all your nice comments about my Dad's poem. We also have some great letters he wrote. One from India talks about the thrill he felt when he first saw the Indian army in full dress on their horses. He loved his time in India, for all the new sites and sounds he saw and heard and before that in Mesopotamia. He was a signaller and took the signal declaring the armistice to his unit. I often wonder what heights my Dad would have risen to if he had the benefit of the sort of education we all had available to us. He thought very deeply about things and of course was largely self taught. His Mother (Annie Elizabeth Gibbs nee Graham) was very keen that they were educated as well as possible. I can remember him standing over me as a child watching me do my homework. He had beautiful handwriting and liked to watch us write too. He used to make me get up now and again and 'stretch my eyes a bit' !! Good advice really. I must have picked up on this at an early age as I can clearly remember the first day I could do 'real' writing. I used to get mine put up on the wall as an example as a child. (You should see it now... dreadful, spoilt by years of note taking at night school!) We had to do a copperplate hand at my first school and when I went to Grammar school I changed it as I didn't want it to look like everyone else's! Silly me. Dorothy -- Dorothy Gibbs (in Hertfordshire UK)