On the eleventh hour
Of the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
It ended
A living hell on earth
That took a whole generation of courageous men and such brave boys
That gave up their precious young lives
To keep us protected
We remember them all
with immeasurable gratitude
For such an indomitable will and fortitude
It must have took in the face of impending desolation
To maintain such an unbreakable attitude
All those gallant long-lost souls
We remember with pride and commemorate their sacrifice with a simple red poppy
For real heroes live forever and shall never die
On eleventh hour
Of the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
We remember all those brave young souls
Who once endured hell on earth
Whilst fighting for their countries freedom in such sludge
Before they bravely with a shrill blow of a monotone whistle
Went over the top at the front
Some for the very last time
On the eleventh hour
Of the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
We always remember those incredibly courageous father's and sons
Who once so bravely fought and who now on the eleventh hour
Of the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
Look down at us
Appreciating the view
As they see our red token of their sacrifice for our freedom
As they all watch us
Now at peace
In such a beautiful paradise
Regaling one another with heroic stories and drinking tea now lost in one of
God's many beautiful kingdoms
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem