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Those Children, These Men (A Remembrance Day Poem)

Date Written: October 30, 2017
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They used to be Children,  

cradled in mother’s arms. 

 

But these men stood in the fields and didn’t need their mothers to tell them  

 

If this was a dream. 

 

They used to be children, with hopeful hearts and bruised knees, 

 And dreamed of a world of endless sunsets. 

 

Now these men stood, with bruised souls, and hoping only  

 

Of an end. 

 

They knew love like the back of their hands,  

It’s why they went to fight in the first place. 

They were so blinded by love for This Land,  

They sought for the battlefield. 

 

They used to be children, who dreamed of endless sunsets 

But these men hoped of many sunsets 

For us to witness every day 

In their place 

 

As they stood under a hopeless sky of ash and cinder. 

 

We never met the children. 

we never met these men. 

We were never witness to the tears shed by their loved ones, 

 

But we see them. 

See them in the ones we love, 

Whom we couldn’t imagine leaving us, 

Only to never return, 

 

Or to return, 

And not be the same ever again. 

 

They will stay as young in our memory, 

As the flowers that grow fresh in Flanders every year 

And so, we will wear the poppy over our hearts  

 

For many sunsets to come. 

 

 

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