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The
Eleventh Hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh Month
in the Year 2013.
And
Nations of the Free World shall fall silent in Honour of those who made the
Supreme Sacrifice in defence of that Freedom.
We
remember them all, yet let us keep a corner in our hearts especially for
those of our comrades whose service began through the gates of Arborfield.
A National Moment of Remembrance
That
poem about where “poppies blow”
And,
“the crosses, row on row”
Still
rings true, these ninety years
After
written, still brings tears.
We still
have Dead, “amid the guns”
And lose
our young and our loved ones
Those
who lived, “short days ago”
Who,
“felt dawn, saw sunset glow”.
In
Flanders Fields, “the poppy red”
Still
grow where the blood was bled
They,
“Take up our quarrel with the foe”
And still
die for Freedoms that we know.
They
pass, “The torch” to, “hold it high”
And not,
“break the faith with us who die”
For
they, “shall not sleep, though poppies grow”
Beneath
all those, “crosses, row on row”
In
Flanders Fields.
© Del
‘Abe’ Jones.
www.fepow-day.org
They
shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age
shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
At the
going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will
remember them,
We will
remember them.
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