With the annual remembrance commemorations drawing near, Tessa has marked this time of reflection with a poem expressing not only her thoughts but those of most of us.
LEST WE FORGET – NOVEMBER 11TH
We travel in our hordes to see that place
Wherein our loved ones fell without a trace.
Marked and blanketed by stones in white
Covering that great plain, that great site.
Farm hand boys and factory workers
Friends from villages, schools or clubs.
Joined together, left their homeland
To lie in fields, decayed amongst the scrub.
Their voices call out still across that plain
Feet are still heard thundering, inches gained.
Hearts were in their mouths, panting fast
As struggling, reached their enemies at last.
The bodies lay before them in the mud
Mingled with the dirt, the crimson blood.
No time to mourn a brother or a friend
Just pass them by, praying for the end.
Guns that deafened now are stilled
Armies of boys and men were killed.
Some now just memories to their kin
Some carried pain through life like sin
They gave us freedom, free to speak
They made us strong not kept us weak
We live in peace and fear no man
They gave their lives so we just can
3 thoughts on “LEST WE FORGET – NOVEMBER 11TH”
Beautiful Tessa, a lovely tribute.
Regards Jane x
On Tue, 27 Oct 2020, 11:20 Whittlesey Wordsmiths, wrote:
> thewriteway709 posted: ” Flanders Field With the annual remembrance > commemorations drawing near, Tessa has marked this time of reflection with > a poem expressing not only her thoughts but those ” >
A timely poem, Tessa.
A beautiful, moving poem Tessa x