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By *rtyIan OP Man
over a year ago
Gateway to the Beacons |
In the quiet morning's gentle hush,
Under skies of solemn, soft grey rush,
I walked the path of reverence true,
To honour those who wore the hue.
Today, that sacred day of the year,
When poppies bloom and memories sear,
I stand amidst the silent crowd,
Where echoes of valour still belong.
Each day to me, not just one in time,
Is a moment to recall the chime
Of duty's call and service made,
In youth's bold stride and twilight's shade.
I did my time, I wore the crest,
For my country, I gave my best.
Now with my father by my side,
We share this bond that won't subside.
His stories are etched in every line,
Upon his face, they intertwine,
With laughter, tears, and pride so grand,
At this moment, together we stand.
How many more? The question lingers,
As time slips through life's hourglass fingers,
Yet every second I'll hold dear,
This remembrance, year to year.
For those who fell, and those who fought,
In the day's warmth and through the night,
My respect, forever cast,
From this day, and all the past.
In silence, with a poppy pinned,
Reflecting on what has been,
I pay my respects, come what may,
Today, tomorrow, every day. |