by Brenda Maple | Nov 22, 2010 | Poetry
We stand, as poppy petals fall Like crimson drops of blood, For fallen soldiers, one and all, Who died in Flanders’ mud. We contemplate the young lives lost In freedom’s noble cause, The sacrifices and the cost Of conflict, strife and wars. We vow to learn to put an...
by Brenda Maple | Aug 18, 2006 | Poetry
Remembrance Day, with poppies red Placed upon the Tomb, November’s rain to mourn the Dead, In shrouds of mist and gloom. All our fallen Soldiers, true Are faded into dust, Pilots brave and Sailors’ crew, Lie among the Just. Elgar’s music carries tears When words do...
