Poetry

The Fallen

By 7th November 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

When the sun rises I will feel no warmth
When the wind blows I will feel no breeze
Falling rain will not chill me
Dark nights I shall not fear
Medals sent to my family
A flag at half mast to remember me
No more reason to be bold as my soul grows slowly cold
I’ve done my fighting, my deed is done, I did my best, I hope we won
As I lay here to rest in peace please don’t let my memories cease

Dan Fry

Author Dan Fry

More posts by Dan Fry

Leave a Reply