I am hurt, yet you prepare to leave. Now on this day, though resolute, The boyish look, long gone. Standing proud and tall as can be, Its glory and beauty we all can see.
But even freedom comes at a price, This war would mean sacrifice. Those eyes saw men risk life and limb, In places worse then hell. But that is why we are here today, To honour the people who went this way. They gave up their lives to save the rest, Although they died, they did their best.
Consumed by guilt-the could, the should. What happened to my Grandpa, to my Brothers, my Uncle, and my Dad? And through it other soldiers walk- Though smiling they do not talk.
And if you wonder what happened to that poppy, Look on your shirt, you have a copy! Then I saw a little lad, who held the hand of a gray-haired gent, The youngster seemed oh so proud, of the older man, now tired and bent. Many loved ones were sent to the graves The poppy noticed that, very dismayed.
They were husbands, brothers, fathers, sons; so valiantly they fought. John Rigby Where did all the poppies go? Before the epitaph of stone, it seemed each veteran stood alone With memories deeply stamped within, recalling how it all had been.
Why are you all walking away? Why is it that you stand and grieve? Thousands of men were wounded and countless lives were lost.
Were won by those that shed their blood. November 11th, Remembrance Day: So in gratitude of silence and all those who have served, sleep now, you have earned it. And Veterans, fewer now this year, still braved the cold to reappear As they had done year after year, trying to fight off a bitter tear.
All of mankind, Side by side in the trenches, some strangers, some family, just trying to survive, Cold and wet, frostbitten fingers and toes, death looks better than being here alive.
I lose many friends. The Little Red Flower By: Couageously they stood their ground but freedom carries a cost. He was in the company of an elderly gentleman, perhaps a relative.
Do not step away from me. Did they fight and die for our country, were their deaths worth it in the end? Their daughters, sons and wives.
The terror running through my mind. To the bravest of all man and your respected ranks, We look up to you always and give you thanks. On shores stained red,on hands and knees; it was our freedom that they sought.Poems related to Remembrance Day sent in by website readers. Remembrance.
By Helen Gardner. In Flanders field the poppies grow, For the reason we all should know. Standing proud and tall as can be, Its glory and beauty we all can see. Remembering the men who saved us all, My daughter wrote the poem for last year's November 11.
Remembrance Day Poems In Flanders Fields, For the Fallen and We Shall Keep the Faith are three poems traditionally associated with Remembrance Day. We've included extra poems written during or after the First World War - both well known and less known - with which to explore war poetry further.
Remembrance Poems. A remembrance poem can be a lovely tribute to a loved one. It can be included in your funeral or memorial service program.
A friend, relative, or religious leader might read it at your service. Use this story paper - which comes in both colour and black and white - for the kids to write about Remembrance Day.
The page is just the right size for them to write about the history and rituals of Remembrance Day and reasons behind them.
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Remembrance poems in a traditional vein Remembrance – A hymn for Remembrance Sunday.Download