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Flows the River Red
‘Nine Hundred Thousand Stems’ now wend their way On down to river’s edge from vaulted room “Once more into the light” (I softly pray) Such sacrifice inferred by every bloom In situ, they appear untouched by time Divining out sad path to journey’s end As did on day...
REMEMBRANCE
A time to remember all who fell, who fought with pride and passion you did so well, Fathers, husbands and sons carrying heavy fighting guns, A pointless war it should never of started to many men dearly departed, Despair and destruction it seemed never to end, we lost...
The 1914 to 1918 war
The soldier is so worn and gaunt thinking about the battle he’s fought His rifle clutched in cold damp hands Retracing his fight across the land. The field is quite there’s no sound No shells are crashing to the ground The small arms fire has all gone Just how long...
A remembered Poppy
Where each poppy did fall does a soldier lay for his soul now passed we should pause and pray though many would be the prayers as each flower was a soul when wars end will list those lost by the call of a roll far battles ground that rise and fall soldiers still rest...
Remember Remembrance Day
Wear a poppy on the 11th of November And wear it with the greatest of pride In glorious red it will help you remember The unfortunate soldiers who died Remember the bravery of these women and men And at 11am let us pause It's only for a minute, then our life starts...
The Poppy
I am a poppy growing in the ground, There are soldiers all around, After lots of people have quietly passed on, I am still red and living on. I won't be here for all of time, But I am a message to mankind, I am the sign to remember, Your souls will be here forever.