Children in uniform shuffle and talk
The solemnity of the occasion
marred by the squawk
of somebody's headphones
a girl in a hurry
paying no attention
to the once a year ceremony
The remembrance of people, of heroes
mothers, fathers and lovers
Killed, maimed in mind or body
Doing their bit for others
The two minute silence ends with bugle song
Then "we will remember them."
- but for how long?
©cih15, 08.11.15
*with thanks/apologies to Horace/Wilfred Owen
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.