Remembrance Day

I saw a boy was marching, with medals on his chest.

He marched alongside soldiers, marching six abreast.

He knew it was Remembrance Day as he marched along with pride.

He did his best to keep in step with the soldiers by his side.

When the march was over the boy looked rather tired.

A soldier said "Whose medals son?" to which the boy replied,

"They belong to my Dad, but he did not come back.

He died out in Afghanistan, on a Helmand track".

The boy looked rather sad, and a tear came to his eye.

But the soldier said "Don't worry son, and I will tell you why".

He said "Your Dad marched with us son, all the blooming way.

All us soldiers knew he was here, its like that on Remembrance Day".

The boy looked rather puzzled, he didn't understand.

But the soldier went on talking, and atarted to wave his hand,

"For this great land we live in, there's a price we have to pay,

to keep our country free and fly our flay today.

We all love fun and merriment in this country where we live,

but the price was that some soldier, his precious life must give. 

For you to go to school my son, and worship God at will, 

someone had to pay the price, so our soldiers paid the bill.

Your Dad died for us all my son, for all things good and true.

I hope you understand these words that I have said to you".

The boy looked at the soldier and after a little while,

his face changed expression, and he said with a beautful smile,

"I know my Dad marched here with us on this our Remembrance Day'

I know he did, I know he did, all the blooming way".

 

 

 

Anonymous

This is another poem concerning remembrance day that I found online. I do not know the author but it is a beautiful poem.

 

 

I am not a badge of honour,

I am not a racist smear'

I am not a fashion statement

to be worn but once a year.

I am not glorification

of conflict or of war.

I am not a paper ornament

a token, I am more.

I am a loving memory,

of a father or a son.

A permanent reminder

of each and every one.

I'm paper or enamel.

I'm old or shining new.

I'm a way of saying thank you

to every one of you.

I am a simple poppy

a reminder to you all,

that courage faith and honour 

will stand where heroes fall.