Poetry

Some Mother’s Son

By 18th August 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

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 not convey
The futility of youth’s lost years,
Blown, like leaves, away.

Every one some Mother’s son,
Some sweetheart left to weep,
They bought our freedom with their blood,
We shall remembrance keep.

Brenda Maple

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