Path's
I used to dream of a distant future,
A path in which once walked before
by those who carry our existence and rest in the struggle which once was.
I heard the stories of some boys ,
Distant but not so distant ,
Optimistic yet not cowardice,
Their sacrifice a priceless , priceless debt
I can recall my grandfather mentioning
The war and his late father's stories .
Lancaster tail gunner ,
He was 17 .
Today as I march on the parade square
In loose - fitting ATC wedgewoods .
I no longer dream of that distant future
But a path that I can forge.
Copyright © Peter Haslam | Year Posted 2026
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