For Remembrance Sunday I have written a poem inspired by accounts I have heard of the First World War called…
The Poppy Field
In front of me stands
A windswept land
Scattered with flashes of red
Brightly coloured flowers
Pepper a lush green field
Their heads rocking to and fro
What secrets they know
Lying beneath the soil
Of brave heroes never to return
Their tortured souls
At last, at rest
Now a strangely peaceful sight
How can we begin
To ever imagine
What they endured
Relentlessly in battle
Only be humbled by their sacrifice
In this foreign far away land
by Nick
Your Grandfather fought on those battlefields, and though wounded and gassed twice he eventually returned home.
Or you and I would not be here!
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Thanks for your message JC. He died before I was born, so I never met my grandfather but from the stories I have heard about him he was a very tough man to survive this. A great man like the others that never returned.
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