Remembrance Day Poetry
A new dawn of piercing sunlight blinked over the country,
Another day, born from the ashes of sacrifice,
Remembrance Day.
The rolling blankets of scarlet fields,
A sight of reminding, to show us what they gave,
Each poppy a scarlet crest, concealing a core of hardship.
Each life so precious, and many lives gone.
As the sky yields to the cloaking of night time darkness,
And the crimson kills turn brown and then grey,
The blood shed of red colour dies away.
Aaron Crossan
Standing in the rain
The silence fills the years
The priest saying prayers
People looking down in sadness
Poppies filling the memorials
The white crosses cleaner than stone
As the priest gives the prayers, the rain stops
Then the sun fills the sky
Tony Tonchev
A glowing sphere rises solemnly over the horizon.
The lines of grave are illuminated in silent formation.
Each identical cross stands proudly over the countryside.
Fields of scarlet run over the hilltops surround the cemetery.
The little crimson poppies swaying as one in the chilling November breeze.
Beautiful, serene mountains shelter the unearthly clearing,
In the nearby village the sinister silence is also obvious.
Men, women and children stand in regimented silence.
Every single unmoving silhouette remembering,
Remembering those who fought for their freedom.
Nathan Crossan
Remember
Silence falls when we remember
Mountains of poppies
In the crimson-stained ground.
Darkness has fallen to welcome a new dawn
Two stone columns
The monumental truth.
People we have lost,
The first rays of sunlight,
As we remember,
Lest we forget.
Olivia Li
