Clive Blake

Veteran Poet - 1,323 Points (01/30/1954 / Cornwall)

Alive And With Medals

He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre - long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled-eyes now glinted!

He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed it's fragile youth,
And traded it for our defence;
For freedom - and for truth.

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