Classic Poem

Let us remember how we came
To Fletching in the trees,
Where stood the high and misty down
Between us and the seas.

Let us remember how we crossed
Ouse, Adur, Arun, three
Slight rivers rolling in their broad
Green valleys to the sea.

Let us remember most of all
When this bright air no more
We breathe, what young and morning oaths
On the high hills we swore.