Saturday 30 December 2017
Thursday 28 December 2017
REMEMBERED AT CHRISTMAS.
On Christmas Morning, I saw a rose, on top of a flat cap, placed on the steps of the local war memorial. It inspired this poem.
Remembered at Christmas.
On a Memorial to the War Dead,
Lay a flat-cap fit for his head,
Atop the hat, a blood red rose,
His favorite flower, I suppose,
All soaked with rain and tears,
Though he'd been dead a hundred years.
Remembered at Christmas.
On a Memorial to the War Dead,
Lay a flat-cap fit for his head,
Atop the hat, a blood red rose,
His favorite flower, I suppose,
All soaked with rain and tears,
Though he'd been dead a hundred years.
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