11/11/2024
Whispering wind, and the sun's gentle glow,
Over golden fields where the poppies bloom flowed.
Under skies of peace, where birds sweetly sung,
A picture of harmony, where joy freely sprung.
Songs faded, Peace shattered,
The coming of war, Futures tattered.
Across our island, boys answered the call,
To war they went, fathers, sons, brothers all.
With hearts bold and spirits true,
For freedom's cause, their strength they drew.
Under flags they marched, merry with song,
Their hopes high, the war won't be long.
By Christmas time they would be home again,
With their families safe, it would be worth the strain.
In skies, on seas, on the soil they trod,
With bravery, they faced the odds.
Their sacrifice, the story is known,
Of valor fierce through hope forlorn.
Before thundering guns, and raining shells,
They stared down the devil, and advanced into hell.
With courage unyielding, they fought on,
As brothers they fell, one by one.
A century past, this story took place,
Now lost from memory, and doomed to fade.
It is our solemn duty, one we must embrace,
To remember past generations, and the price they paid.
So here we stand, just a moment each year,
To honor those lost, and their families' forgotten tears.
But at every dawn and setting sun,
We should remember them, and how freedom was won.
Song and joy again fills the air,
Under skies of peace, free from despair.
Those brothers remain where the poppy bloom flows,
Whispering to us, in the sun's gentle glow.
