November 2017

Remembrance 2017

In Flander’s mud
they paid the price
shed their blood
left behind their lives
Lying still in Flander’s fields
Where crosses mark their days
A hundred years have passed
And still the fight goes on
You see it in the faces
And in young-old soldiers’ eyes
Memories of comrades
how they lived
and where they died
We owe a debt
that can’t be paid
to each and every one
though they surely say
There is no debt
they gave it all
with free and willing heart



The voice whispers
come closer
draw nigh
I will tell you all my secrets
by and by
Step by step I venture
to the beckoning dark
drawing ever closer
watching for a mark
Just a little nearer
the ghostly whisper sighs
now just at the threshold
where mysteries abide
In eternal darkness
I seek but never find
answers to the questions
asked within my mind

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