Remembering November Poem by Stephen Parkes
Remembering November
Leaves in their thousands lay fallen in struggle
against wind and rain. The gardener futilely
holds back this autumnal onslaught in vain
'I am conscious of having served England
as I served my own country', the statue's
inscription reads (tainted in part by
graffitti and spattered with wet rotting leaves)
So, rider, on horse, mars this fleur de lys
In praise of just war: an oasis of peace
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