Here’s my annual poem for Remembrance Day.

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Echoes of War
Wander the lonely hills
covered in scarlet poppies
as the cold November wind
blows the yesteryear of war.
Boom the guns,
acrid smoke and sound
Boom the guns,
as the soldiers fall
Wander the lonely hills
just above the bones
as the cold November wind
whispers voices of the lost
That’s hauntingly beautiful.
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