Sunday 11 November 2018

Peace

I've felt more responsibility writing this poem than most, and with good reason. To mark the centenary of the Armistice of 1918, here is a poem dedicated to all those who fought and died in the First World War.

Peace

What is left when the guns fall silent?
Broken land, churned and scarred
by machines of destruction,
now a cradle of lost souls.

The missing soldiers rest here,
those who vanished in the gun-smoke,
the shellfire and shell-scream
enveloped by mists of eternity.

Time restores life to this land,
the trees and fields blossom
with leaves and birdsong,
memories forever enshrined.

Poppies bloom over the battlefield
soothing, healing, remembering,
holding every unknown warrior
in their timeless embrace.

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