Remember
Fresh breeze awash with meadows scent
Enhanced by natures rhythm
Through broken silence voices heard
Respond to orders given
The call to arms it's time to go
Strikes fear borne straight from hell
To march towards their foreign foe
The prize... to live and tell.
We asked so much of just so few
Words spoken now by many
A throw-away that hides such pain
The few will know, If any.
Fierce battle raged in sky so blue
God's canvas spoilt by hatred
They fought this hell for me and you
As families watched and waited
So here's to fragrant meadow's thus,
That once knew so much sorrow
To those that gave their last today
So we may have tomorrow.
poem by Dave James
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