Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 23,674 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Wearing Medals On Their Chest - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wearing medals on their chest
Plumped out like those robins
That has also worked hard
For their hard earned weft of rest.

It’s their past winter valour’s
We‘re counting now, pride filled.
On their own, old knurled sticks…
There is only a handful, reside.

Remembers the war they served.
The men beside them who stood
Gave life, limb, courage coerced
At times worse, came home alone.

Friends and families all gone!
At times worse, came home alone
An emptied cartridge a wounded faun,
Returned home, completely, withdrawn.

A father, returned to no child, no lover
A son, returned to no father or mother.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015



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