Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Remembrance Day


A poem in honour of this day...






In Memoriam

Battlefields of scarlet
where the flowers grow
and the wind blows past
the fallen soldiers.

Where the flowers grow
with memories of soldiers;
ghosts not forgotten.

And the wind blows past
rows of weathered stone,
that mark their graves.

The Fallen Soldiers;
lives given, sacrificed
in war, in honour.

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