This is for Remembrance Day.


His dad lost a limb
On Dunkirk beach,
The left arm, I think,
Now it's out of reach,
But he used to remember
The sacrifice of his dad
Every dank November,
Marching to the cenotaph,
Laying a poppy wreath
On a cold marble path;
But his dad is dead,
And he's surrendered
To poppy seeds in his head.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-05 at 23:33

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la tristesse
ouch that's a sharp reminder of our heritage

Kathy Lockhart
very fitting poem Chris for this time of year.
We have the same tradition in the USA for our veteran's day. God Bless them all.