And The Poem Lives On. Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Among Flanders poppies, dead bodies lie
beneath rows of white crosses that point
to the sky...men in their prime who fought
for our lives, linger long in our memories
and in the archives.

Beautiful sunbeams and beautiful stars
cast a bright light on the place where
they are. And how the moon shines with
a fiery glow, on the graves of the 'brave'
from long long ago.

In misty November at the same time each
year, we stand and we think of those
heroes so dear, recalling World Wars,
in silence we pray ~ as red poppies tell
the story of Remembrance Day.

Poem posted for year 2009.