Poetry

REMEMBER THE FALLEN

By 8th November 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

In Western Flanders is where it began
The greatest loss ever known of man
To go there now you’d never know
As row upon row of poppies grow

Red petals they have for the blood that was shed
With a black centrepiece for those mourning the dead
It became a symbol from the fields where they roam
Remembering heroes who never came home

Too many heroes have died both woman and man
From the beaches at Normandy to Afghanastan
At eleven o’clock the eleventh of November
Have two minutes silence and try and remember

It’s a time to be seen not a time to hide
Wearing your poppy with honour and pride
So raise a glass if you’re out with your mate
And honour the fallen who made Britain Great

John Hunter

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