About the poem I wrote The War Memorial after watching the memorial service for Remembrance Sunday and was moved to tears by the sadness displayed by the war veterans. I don't think we should ever forget the sacrifices made on our behalf to live in freedom, nor the sacrifices our armed forces are still making. The War Memorial I stood here all alone,
Where the poppies grew,
While I remembered,
A young man I once knew. When the war broke out,
He stood and bravely shouted,
"Come one, come all,
Let each man here be counted!" So they marched away,
Bravely singing songs,
Gallant, young knights errant,
Sent to right the wrongs. But down among the trenches,
The reality to tell,
My poor, brave, young gallant,
Died in living hell. Now a cross of marble,
Marks the place he rests,
While others bowed in sorrow,
With medals on their chests. Salute my fallen comrade,
Whose memory still lingers,
Like the blood-red of the poppies,
Upon the field at Flanders. Doreen Morfitt |
