Remembrance Poem by Steven Reeve
Remembrance
These fields were once nice places,
Today just a quagmire of mud,
Devoid of all their graces,
Sodden with youths own life blood.
For the glory of country, King and God,
Marching forward into strife,
A generation lies neath the sod,
Lost to mother, children and wife.
Oh, the glory of war,
Bringing despair and pain,
Filled with gore,
Remember and let it not happen again.
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