At the Stroke Of

At the stroke of..... The 11th hour on the 11th day, The guns fell silent as if to say, Enough is enough, the weary did cry, Lay down your arms so no more will die. The landscape where homes once stood, Was twisted metal and shattered wood. All around was daubed in gaudy red, The battleground where brave men bled. So many died, it was for a just cause, Now it is our turn to stop and pause. We will stand in silence for The Last Post. Later at the Squadron Bar,raise a toast. To those who gave their all in times of war, May their deaths seal war forever more. Please, on the morrow, just stop your stride, Please for 2 minutes, bow your head with pride. Remember,for your freedom, they died. © Dave Timperley 10 November 2019