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

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