A Poem for Remembrance Day


Row on Row

Names etched in stone,
permanent ghosts of war
Their silenced voices wreathed
in red poppies and dried tears

The cold winds blow mourning
across haunting footsteps
Trace your fingers against
names etched in stone

The past is buried here,
in blaring echoes and booming guns
Fallen remnants and remains;
permanent ghosts of war

These fallen stood proud, once,
ready to defend and sacrifice
In lost dreams and broken youth,
their silenced voices wreathed

Today, we stand for them,
to see memories not forgotten
Today, we honour them,
in red poppies and dried tears




© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: