Remembrance Day Poem

I Remember -by Trevor McLeod The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember. The coffin covered just beneath I remember. The poppies at the corner store I remember. The amputees the coins were for I remember. The fighters flying through the sky I remember. The trail of red to catch the eye I remember. The bombers at the airport strip I remember. The radar with the foreign blip I remember. The sailors with the semaphore I remember. The air raids to incoming horror I remember. The sailors with the folded flags I remember. The victims to their body bags I remember. The granite tomb to seal them in I remember. The sign outside to say we win I remember. The cemeteries many stones I remember. The flowers growing through their bones I remember. The bugle player playing taps I remember. The Sargent Major never claps I remember. The crosses planted by their head I remember. The helmets hanging off for dead I remember. The Legion playing in the band I remember. The drummer pausing for a stand I remember. The legion drinking in the hall I remember. The stories being shared by all I remember. The rifles firing twenty-one I remember. The bullets deafening to the gun I remember. The widows left at home alone I remember. The women of the bombs been blown I remember. The cannon shot to send the ball I remember. The powder black to scare us all I remember. The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember. The author killed within it's yield I remember. The unknown soldier questioned who I remember. The final words our thanks to you I remember.