07/11/2021
I wrote this poem last year & thought i would share again 💕
To go with my Red and Purple crochet poppies 💕 We Will Remember Them 💕
Hero’s of War
Wear your Poppy upon your chest,
Remember those we lay to rest.
We cannot see them, though they are there,
In Flanders Fields, they still hear our prayer.
Soldier and horse fight side by side,
Defending our Country, to war they ride.
“Jump over the wire!” was the command,
So, over they fly to No Mans Land.
Blood drowned mud for miles on end,
New craters to dodge with each shell they send.
No trees or flowers, no blades of grass,
No laughter or joy - just deadly brass.
Comrades are falling like rain in the night,
Red soaking their uniform worn in this fight.
Hooves are now thundering over the graves,
It’s all for their country, for their tomorrow: it saves.
There’s no turning back, they cannot retire.
Their fate has been sealed by enemy fire.
Now where they lay, a soldier and steed,
A stinging tear falls as they fatefully bleed.
This horse does not know the meaning or War,
To ride with his soldier was never a chore.
Side by side, they lay on parade.
Together as always, no longer afraid.
A soldier’s hand lay still on his horse,
Peaceful forever with no more remorse.
This faithful duo lay dead on the ground,
“Goodnight my friend” said without sound.
One hundred years later the Poppies now grow,
All of the fallen each one will show.
Red for the blood of animal and man
Black for the grief that it ever began.
On the Eleventh hour, of the Eleventh day,
Take two minutes to think or say
“Goodnight and thank you, our hero’s of War”
World, Falklands, Afgan and more.
Wear your Poppy upon your chest,
Remember those we lay to rest.
We cannot see them, though they are there
In Flanders Fields, they still hear our prayer.