The going down of the sun

After all the rain we had today, the sun finally broke through, just in time for it to go down.
It made me think of yesterday's commemorations, and this poem:

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them

written by Laurence Binyon in September 1914.

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