Friday, 11 November 2016

The Fallen of War: A Remembrance Day Poem

The Fallen of War

See those fields of red, where the poppies grow,
over trampled grass, while the mourning wind blows
Where the ghosts still walk, where their bones still lie
Those legion of the fallen, under the cold grey sky

The echo of footsteps tread in the raven’s cry
chased in the gloaming by each mother’s sigh
Remember, remember they once stood as men,
below ashen clouds, beyond a stalwart when

Brothers forever, inscribed in their blood
side by side, through rain and through mud
Across chaos and smoke, that battlefield wide,
a crucible forge, where they lived and they died

Only names remain, evermore etched in stone
Mortality’s relics, buried past dust and bone
Our memories resonance, as the sun sets low
See those fields of red, where the poppies grow

© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved


Unknown said...

A beautiful, heartfelt tribute to the heroes of WWI.

A. F. Stewart said...

Thanks, Irina.

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