Chapter (18) PAPER POPPIES

PAPER POPPIES

 

Simple paper poppies pinned on coats of red and grey.

In silent footsteps they march in lines to pray

and give thanks.

In their shrinking ranks men with stories still untold

of exploits brave and bold.

Old men with solemn faces, aged and war worn,

Stand tall and proud before the cenotaph

on a cold November morn.

Wreaths of red and green placed,

footsteps paced in remembrance of our brave dead.

A band plays and a bugle calls the last post,

a tribute to the host of those who fought and died.

We who live safe in our land should all stand and say with pride.

We shall remember them.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful words and a amazing photo. I liked how you honored the men and women who fought for home and freedom. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I'm quite patriotic. It's not always appreciated in our modern politically correct world. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

We must respect those men who fought and die for us and you are welcome.

[wordman]

and poppy red is the color of the fallen,and they thank you for the beautiful tribute

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you dear wordman.