I thought for this Veterans Day/Remembrance Day I would share a poem I wrote when I was 15. I rediscovered this on my visit to England, it was packed away in boxes in a friends attic. I was inspired to write the poem when our school visited the World War 1 and 2 memorials in France and Belgium. I still vividly remember the row upon row of graves, memorials and headstones.
I thought about editing the poem but decided I would leave it here as my own piece of family history.
There they lay in their thousands,
Each one with a story,
All died for their nation,
Whilst fighting for glory.
Only a gravestone,
With which to remember,
Those soldiers who fought,
To win us our splendour.
Red roses, pink roses,
All of them given,
To each one of those fighters,
Who now live in heaven.
Heads bow in silent respect
Our thoughts on the dead,
Who died for our peace,
Their last days living dread.
You are a talented poet. :) This is a beautiful tribute to the fallen.
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda. For some reason my earlier comments never went through, but I want you to know I appreciated your comment.
DeleteGood poem, but I expected it would be because I've seen other writings from you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking part in the Challenge, Mike!
Bill, sorry that my earlier message never went through for some reason. Thank you for the encouragement and I look forward to participating in the next challenge.
DeleteYou were a profound and talented 15 year old.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that encouragement June.
DeleteI enjoyed your poem. You were wise not to edit it. In addition to serving as a testament to the fallen, the poem stands as a testament to who you were and how you moved through the world at that particular moment in time.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your words about it being a testament to who I was in that particular moment.
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