Kesik Dere Poem by arboreslorien sapientia

In the icy cold we await the dawn,
the break of light over rugged cliffs.
I sing and am proud,
but the emotion is lost in the pomp and ceremony.
Another service
and although I am honoured to have done my duty,
my eyes remain dry.
It is the laying of a wreath in a simple cemetery
to honour our former enemies
now dearest friends,
that awakens the spirit.
I can feel you and your mates around me.
My tears flow as you charge to battle before me;
as you play the Last Post to welcome the night.
Though I am sad
your presence comforts me.
I feel safe with you watching on.
I see you charging over the ridge,
hear your battle cry.
The noise of the guns is deafening,
the ground drenched with blood.
I blink back my tears and the scene slowly fades.
I cannot see you anymore,
and the further I walk the fainter you become.
But I know that throughout my life you will be there,
watching over me and keeping me safe.
Our bond cannot be broken,
you are part of this land and deep in my heart.
Thank you my hero for all you
have done, and will do.