Heartbeat

To Listen to the heartbeats,

An individual sound,

Combined as one,

Thunder in the clouds,

Heralds the down pour,

Of heavy rain coming down,

Like teardrops flowing,

Staining the ground,

Never forget the lessons of regret,

Have we not learned......

11:11:11

The land fell silent on the 11th hour,

A day in the past,

Grey clouds gracefully passed overhead,

Lest we Forget the fallen ones,

On the 11th day,

A poppy displayed on a breast,

Standing in silence as the bells tolled,

With a stirring breeze to shake the soul,

Emotions shown,

A sound of a bugler,

The Last Post called,

Echoing over War Graves,

A memory to us all......

Poppy Heads

When the colour has gone,

The red has shed,

A pod is all that is left,

A remembrance of a symbol for a soul,

The memory that has been left,

A sacrifice made for you,

On a land where the larks will sing,

From dawn to dusk,

Haunting sound of the Last Post,

Sounded in memory to honour you. 

Never Forget Brothers in Arms

No greater love has no one than this,

To lay down one’s life for one’s friends: John:15:13

Brother in Arms I hear your song, Let no one be left behind, Never forget the sacrifice made, 11:11

Poppy Fields of Red

 

Running in the poppy fields of red,

Innocent of the history it represents,

The blood that has been shed, Playing games with stirring petals, A memory to the dead, Eating poppy heads getting high on the seeds, Laying in a field and gazing at the sky, Day dreaming, Questioning why.