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  2. Posting today in REMEMBERANCE respect and love. Three poems. A trilogy of poems for Remeberance sunday First 'Wear your poppy with love and pride.' WE WILL REMEMBER THEM THIS IS POEM I WROTE IN 2015 FOR DAD GRANDDAD AND UNCLES ALL WHO PAYED THE ULTIMATE PRICE, ALL WHO CAME HOME GRANDDAD DAD UNCLES AND ALL WHO STILL SERVE It happened a hundred years ago the 1914 18 war under foreign skies and countries so far fields once green now seas of red with many a young life now many years dead only those who fought can really know the carnage that happened where now poppies grow the clinging mud the searing pain as friends and comrades fell under the incessant rain with bayonets fixed exploding shells rang out "over the top" came the battle shout the memory strong of those who fell in that chocking gas that living hell The war to end all wars they said no more will our young men lie dead their generation died that we might be free they gave their all for you and me WE MUST NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO DIED AND WEAR OUR POPPIES WITH LOVE AND PRIDE Sadly the second time the world did not learn once again anger and hatred began to burn evil rose in Germany that day good men and women again the price did pay. He killed the innocent without a care men women and children all who where there homes and churches children's schools fell under that new unfeeling hell this fate they fought with all they had in a world at war a world gone mad on the beaches of Normandy lives were lost in the jungles of Burma such a great cost in searing heat of deserts far and wide they fought to stem the malignant tide under the sea on its surface too they gave their all for me and you WE MUST NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO DIED AND WEAR OUR POPPIES WITH LOVE AND PRIDE For a while there was a time of peace a hope love would win and violence cease a hope in vain for once again anger took the hearts of men on southern l seas for English hearts the battle raged many played their part to win back that which other tried to take they fought and died for freedoms sake WE MUST NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO DIED AND WEAR OUR POPPIES WITH LOVE AND PRIDE Once more in desert lands for the sake of peace we fight violence and hope it will cease brave men and women now give their blood for the defeat of oppression the triumph of good now traps lie hidden in dust and sand more lives are lost at the flick of a hand for others sake that all will be free they give their all for you and me oh lord i pray with all my heart from your children the evil of war will depart for those who died that we might live this generation learns to heal and forgive that their sacrifice will not be in vain and love and peace will end the pain WE MUST NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO DIED AND WEAR OUR POPPIES WITH LOVE AND PRIDE Second 'A mothers son', remembrance day tribute Where are you going son what is that upon your head said his ma and pa It is my military cap mother I am going off to the war my son you are to young for that take it off put on your own hat I love you so dearly mother but that I cannot do My country needs me I must fight for you this dear mother is the way it has got to be I love you both so much I know that you love me there is a war so evil ma something must be done they have to be defeated ma this battle must be won son you are so young you are just a boy you are the apple of our eye you are our pride and joy that I know dear mother, I love you and my pa though the danger may be great I must leave to go to war Her tears were torrents that day as they stood and said goodbye there was nothing they could do just stand and wave and cry she had a pain so very great in her heart that day she tried but to no avail to make it go away as the train departed, she stood till out of sight she knew that they were strong and brave she knew that they were right boys they were when off they went to hear the cannons roar but in that hell of mud and gas they were boys no more With blood soaked hands he was held by the clinging wire and then he saw his mother coming through the battle fire coming through a field of green covered int flowers he had never seen She whispered softly in his ear time to come home my dear I must be dreaming ma how have you come this night ma you look so pretty surrounded in bright light he took her hand looked in her eyes so blue My darling son I have come from heaven God sent me just for you Then he saw the angel standing by her side holding out his hands he would be their guide. He questioned her no more just to her hand held tight as he left the battle his eyes saw such a sight his body hanging on the wire as together they took flight In Flanders fields where the first world war was won we remember all who died with the setting sun now in peaceful fields where the poppies grow an eerie silence where once the battle raged now all his history written on the human page the only mark of that hell rows of white crosses their story tell children in that land are free tend the graves of those who died defending you and me. The war to end all wars our heroic men died for still we do not learn still sound the guns of war still marching to heaven men and women brave and true will we ever learn I pray to God we do EMA 8.11.2016 Third 'The family left behind' THIS YEARS REMEMBERANCE POEM. She watched as he went by, Her husband brave and true. The words that he said to her: 'Remember always I will love you.' As she watched him walk away She had memories of another day. The sun was shining in a sky so blue. He took her hand, whispered: 'I love you' He placed on her finger a gold and Diamond ring. She loved him so much her heart Began to sing. Soon after the diamond, a gold band came Before God they stood;she proudly took his name. Their love grew with each new passing day. Two beautiful children followed in the month of May. Twins to them were born, a boy and girl He had his daddies loving eyes; She had her mummy's kiss curl. Now she pulled them so very close, held on to them so tight. She watched their tearfull eyes as their daddy marched out of sight. The women and children watching together also shed a tear. Their eyes so troubled,eyes so full of fear. In her heart she heard his voice ringing strong true Remember darling, always I will love you. The time it passed oh so very slow Since he had gone to fight that evil insidious foe. The letters he sent so full of love and chatter, yet he never told her quite what was the matter. He never told how every day He knelt in the freezing mud silently to pray. He never told her the sights that he had seen, or of the blood soaked grass Where once mangled bodies had been. He never told her about the yellow poisoned air, or about his friend,now no longer there. All of these truths he could never tell: The horror of war, the bloodstained hell. So he simply said remember darling always I will love you Kiss the twins tell them how much I love and miss them too. She cried when she read the telegram that day. 'Missing in action, so sorry to say. Your husband went over the top, torrent of shells he hoped that he could stop. He was so brave and strong and true. So sad, so sorry, he won't come home to you.' A medal for bravery, postumoisly they gave. For the many lives her husband had saved. She remember his words as he marched away: 'I will love you forever and a day.' she blew a kiss jnto the clear blue sky, Asked god's angels on wings of love to fly. I will love you forever and a day Till we meet again this prayer I will pray May you feel the every beat, every movement of my heart. Know we can never ever be truly apart. One day I will fly on angels wings home to you For God knows our love is strong and always will be true. The twins stood together beside the silent by the grave. They tried to be so strong, they tried to be so brave. Her dying wish, a promise made to find the place where their father lay. In Flanders silent poppy fields, so very far away. The beautiful poppies on a bed of green; Where there was such horror, now beauty is seen. They wiped a tear when they read What the cross did say 'He gave his tomorrow's for your freedom today.' They were so very proud of the dad they never knew And we should be grateful and proud of him too. copywrite E M. A Nov 2017

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