By 2nd November 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

The bell tolls but once a year,
heroic souls all gather there.

To hear the silence of the remembering verse,
the verse I know and never need to rehearse.

They listen in lands so far from home ground,
voices on white faces talk without sound.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, rank behind rank,
I found souls unknown with just crosses to thank.

Among stone divisions, with my forbears I met,
said my peace from inside and vowed to never forget.

Karl McLeish

Author Karl McLeish

More posts by Karl McLeish

Leave a Reply