A Remembrance Day Thought

a nod to Lt.Col. John McCrae's In Flander's Fields

At Canadian cenotaphs, the poppies blow

Among the wreaths, row on row,

To mark our gratitude and respect

For those who have chosen to protect

Our way of life from a distant foe.

 

For them who fell so long ago

As well as those who still must go,

Our memory will not neglect

At Canadian cenotaphs.

 

Scars, both seen and hidden deep below,

Remind us the cost of the peace we know.

We must continue our retrospect

But also be mindful of those we elect,

Lest more poppies blow, at Canadian cenotaphs.