thinking of those men who went to fight in France:
Young men cut down in their prime;
names and faces lost in time.
This was “the war to end them all”
but as I watch the poppies fall
at the Remembrance Festival each November,
in the silence, I stop
and remember their sacrifice.
Time’s pages turn:
the world has changed yet we can’t learn
to live in peace.
So – on we fight and watch as lives are sacrificed
and war goes on.
But still we pray
that peace on Earth will come someday.
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