The Soldiers Poem by John Duffy

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