Do we remember them?

By 30th October 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Driving to the pub, my friends to meet
Another day, my life complete
I see a crowd of people there
Huddled together in the street

Who are those people standing by?
A flash of red catches my eye
Even the red kite rides gusts nearby
While I am just driving by…

Why are their faces drawn, their eyes to cry?
Grown men and women in the rain
Remembering those who died, return, die
Yet I am just driving by…

As well I hear the buglers call
Melancholy, slow, the rise and fall
Eyes cast down, or raised to the sky
And I am just driving by…

Ruth Holroyd

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