As Sunday is a time of Remembrance, I wrote this poem for those who never returned.
DEATH IN A FOREIGN LAND
Age, not of life
They travelled of duty
Men of many
They answered
The call.
Far off land
Where guns and steel
Lay alongside
The many
Who had fallen
Their life
Devoid of dreams.
Rich in beauty
Allenheads by sight
Those who died
Remembered
Names for all
Who can spare a moment
Reflect of silence
War Memorial
This place
So proud.
As the sound of birds
Echo over the land
The sun, her rays
Awaken all
Who stop and visit
This land, so quiet
Only the birds in flight
As if on display
Fly past the scene
Of those who died
A death in a foreign land
We should never forget
Their names
By
Peter Preobrazhenskii © 2013
Thank you for sharing a wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteMomo, Pinot & mom
Thank you, I am so pleased of your kind comment.
DeleteKirra you have such a thoughtful caring home. Lucky girl to also have one to look after who is so talented. We have our poppies and wear them with pride for all those that have gone before us x
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind. Thoughts in words from the heart as such an important day is united in prayer and pride of wearing a poppy -x-
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