More than one Sunday

by | Nov 28, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

A November day of tribute
Paying homage, remembering
Peaked caps, berets, hands in salute
Veterans marching to bands playing
Then silence; no noise invading
Till guns fire and a bugle sounds
Commencement of, the wreath laying
Respecting the dead knows no bounds


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