The Honour Of Remembrance Day Poem by Frederick Kesner

On this solemn day, we gather here,
To honour those who faced their deepest fear.
Their sacrifices, bold and true,
The dividends of their courage, aren't shy or few.

In Flanders fields, where poppies blow,
The echoes of their valour, still we know.
As Sassoon and Owen once did write,
Of youth and loss in the dimmest
'The Soldier' Brooke had penned with grace,
A vision of England in a foreign place.
Frederick Kesner, too, his verses share,
Of honour, hope, and unending care.

Bring it all in to view, the valour displayed,
The price they paid, the peace they laid.
Their memories live on, both near and far,
Guiding us like a steadfast star.

We stand in silence, heads bowed low,
For heroes who in battle's shadow go.
Their legacy, a beacon bright,
A reminder of their selfless fight.

For every freedom we hold dear,
Their spirits whisper, ever near.
On Remembrance Day, their stories rise,
With gratitude, we lift our eyes.

So let us keep their memory,
A testament to bravery.
For in their sacrifice, we find,
The strength to better humankind.