Sunday, November 09, 2008

Remembrance


Remembrance

See the poppy in the gutter?
Stain red the water coursing there?
Floats to drain with start and stutter

Past feet and eyes, all unaware
So passed-on, those myriad souls
Who gave their lives, who stood four-square

On sea, in air, in mud-filled holes
Their blood was spilled, our freedom won
For them we stand as church bell tolls

As a single beam from the sun
Illuminates a granite shrine
And tears flow for a lost loved-one

War's curse grows on a bitter vine
Remembrance is owed, yours and mine.

2 comments:

RHFay said...

Lovely! Very poignant.

Bob Lock said...

Thanks Richard,
I appreciate the comments of a fellow poet.
Best.
Bob