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Poetry from within


Remembrance Day is here again

We sit in church with servicemen

We think of those who left before

We think of those who were adored

As I look round this holy place

I see young people smiles on face

I start to wonder if they know

Why to these churches we still go

I look and see a laughing lad

A smiling lassie itís nice Iím glad

I picture now inside my head

the mates I lost, those gone, the dead

I smile softly to each in turn

My boys, my lads, my eyes do burn

I see them clear theyíre smiling back

They look so peaceful dressed in black

If I could talk with them today

I think I know what I would say

"I miss you lads my friends my mates

I'll meet you by those pearly gates"

I wonder now if anyone cares

the ones sat here in rows of chairs

wondering why old ones like me

come to touch old memories

But as I left the church today

A young lad took my hand to say

For what you did and those you lost

I thank you Sir for such a cost

My day was made by what he said

His eyes they told me, he mourned our dead

And as I looked back one more time

He raised his arm to salute so fine

My eyes they watered a tear escaped

I could not speak my throat it ached

He stood so proudly arm still raised

I saluted back - God be praised