A poem for Remembrance day
“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
“The poppy is the symbol for the,The gallant
men and women who died in the war”.
“And because they did we are free, that’s why
we wear the poppy you see”
“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair
and big blue eyes,
He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a
bird he would race about”
As the years went by he learnt and grew, and
became a man as you will to”,
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away I can still
remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye “I will be
back soon, so please don’t cry”
But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad
I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight “But your son,
did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak. I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.
Don Crawford
Powerful.. Joshua Dyer (aged 14) was tasked at school to write a poem for Remembrance Day.
An hour later (without any help) he produced this..
ONE THOUSAND MEN ARE WALKING
One thousand men are walking
Walking side by side
Singing songs from home
The spirit as their guide
they walk toward the light milord
they walk towards the sun
they smoke and laugh and smile together
no foes to outrun
these men live on forever
in the hearts of those they saved
a nation truly grateful
for the path of peace they paved
they march as friends and comrades
but they do not march for war
step closer to salvation
a tranquil steady corps
the meadows lit with golden beams
a beacon for the brave
the emerald grass untrampled
a reward for what they gave
they dream of those they left behind
and know they dream of them
forever in those poppy fields
there walks one thousand men
Joshua Dyer 2019 (aged 14)
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