Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Remembrance



The Crosses
 
I stood there before the crosses 
glowing white in row on row
Everyone a young life cut short
as the names upon them show.


The dates they died below the names
tell of wars now past and gone
Passchendaele, the Somme, and Mons
of battles fought, and lost or won.


History remembers, as it should
these men who fought and died 
Whilst for their families left behind
a dull sorrow tinged with pride.


The faces of boys held now in Sepia
who died in days long gone
yet living on in memories 
and hearts, still holding on.


Yet despite the hurt and grief here 
what with horror makes me fill
Is that when I look behind me
there are more new crosses growing still.


Bill Mitton

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