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The Wind will Never Forget

Poetry By: steven cooke
War and military



WW1 Remembrance. Lest we forget


Submitted:Nov 9, 2012    Reads: 68    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The tears of life now sleep with them

the guns have found their silence.

These fields of war are now in peace,

only the poppies remain

These red petals that cover this land

with remembrance of yesterday,

of the suffering and pain,

for our lads have passed this way.

These brave boys

Who bore their innocence

to this thing we call war

who renounced their gift of life for us

Strangers to you and me

yet more dearer to our souls than family

for here lies the cross of Jesus

the pain of everyman

That sacrifice that only youth can give

their epitaph is our peace

The rose of England bows its head

in reverence and humbled grace

and may god bless all of them

For our boys were the roses

that flowered in every village

the Jack's and Jimmie's

the Tom's and the Bert's

No more footsteps for mother to hear

their laughter stolen by the wind

all quiet now in village square

But on a wall in a foreign land

their names are lovingly remembered.

Grandchildren shout their names with pride

for they are the seeds of England

this immortal rose cannot die

for they were beautiful

And we who are alive

you who take the time to stop

who bow your heads in silence

will feel their pain

Feel the pain of Nations grief

as the petals fall from above

and we will remember life

for life is what they gave to us

The poppies that grow in Flanders field

are reminders of those who have no grave

and our tears will remember them too.

We who live in freedom,

because of them, because of them.





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