by | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

On the windswept, rainy streets of Britain,
a solemn silence will be effected
in recognition of the debt to men
and women whom, our freedom, protected.
It’s when Big Ben first chimes at eleven,
the nation will stop in deepest respect
for those whose names on our hearts are graven;
two minutes quiet in which we reflect.
We must remember their loved ones as well,
for they bear the mixture of grief and pride
but are left alone with no-one to tell –
it’s so lonely when their partner has died.
A poppy falls down for everyone
who gave their all, so our freedom was won


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