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Sleeping Soldiers

Where the dead lie the flowers grow,
The trees shoot tall and the winds blow.
Resting in their eternal peace,
Memories live on and never cease.
Weathered stone and faded names,
At home, broken pictures in broken frames.
The woosh of an aeroplane flys overhead,
To honor their sacrifice and salute the dead.
For they have died so we might be free,
Lives lost inland and those at sea.
For we recall all that they gave,
As we whisper quiet prayers beside the grave.
Monday, March 29, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: war,grave,death,remembrance,england,soldier,army,armed forces day
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired to write this poem after reading the tombstones of fallen soldiers in Irthlingborough Cemetery, Northamptonshire.
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