The Dogmother Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 I've just been sent this poem which was written by an 11 year old boy after he'd watched the parade one year Who Are These Men?Who are these men who march so proud Who quietly weep, eyes closed heads bowed. These are the men who once were boys Who missed out on youth and all its joys. Who are these men with aged faces Who silently count the empty spaces. These are the men that gave their all Who fought for their country, for freedom for all. Who are these men with sorrow awaken Who still can remember those who were taken. These are the men who saw young men die The price of peace is always high. Who are these men who in the midst of pain Whispered comfort to those they would not see again. These are the men who's hands held tomorrow Who brought back our future, with blood tears and sorrow. Who are these men who promised to keep Alive in their hearts their friends now asleep. These are the men whom I promise again Veterans, my friends, I will remember them. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parsley Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 That is truely beautiful. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gloss-Hen Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 That is a truly gorgeous poem Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sage Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 Never forgotten. Praying our service personnel are soon home safe & sound. Sage Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 I can't read it yet, I'll cry - will wait until I get home! I'm working in a huge warehouse/office unit today - first time ever I have been somewhere and there was an official 2 minutes silence at 11am, everything came to a halt and it was properly observed. Very moving. Normally these places won't shut down for anything Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ain't Nobody Here Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 What a fabulous and moving poem - he's a talented boy . It is moving being part of a large group observing the silence, isn't it? I was in a step class and the whole leisure centre stopped. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chickencam Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 Very moving. I went into town today, because I wanted to stand near the war memorial this morning to observe the silence. I was so impressed how many people just stopped in their tracks and kept the silence. It was very intense and moving until a shop exit alarm went off Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seagazer Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 What a beautiful poem, so cleverly written, I think that boy has a future as a writer. It brought tears to my eyes. I was in Hobbycraft this morning at 11 and it was good that everyone (except a rather noisy small boy) remained silent and still. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Egluntyne Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 We had 2 minutes silence at work today, and then the Last Post was played by a talented staff member. Deeply moving.... as is the poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yvonne Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 Wow, what a great poem. I was at the Glastonbury War Memorial this morning - a very high and respectful turnout. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kazmac Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 That's beautiful. I'm now trying not to cry and not really succeeding! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lavenders_Blue Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 That is a wonderful poem, very moving indeed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 A very moving poem. I did right to wait until I got home to read it. My eyes are leaking now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hazard Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 Why do I wear a poppy? I’ll tell you if I may, Because I believe remembrance is... not only for one day. I wear it for the fallen, and for those falling still For those who come back broken in body or in will. ... For the parents, spouses, siblings where bereavement takes its toll. ... ... Whose pain will never leave them, It eats into their soul For the wino on the corner, Of his old...life nothing’s left. Now he wishes when in battle he had died a hero’s death. For the lad who loved a kick-about in the park with all his mates, But now his legs are held together with pins and metal plates For the selfless men and women whose final journey home Is in a Union flag-draped coffin on comrades’ shoulders borne. For all those marching proudly In Remembrance Day parades My poppy’s worn in gratitude for the sacrifice they made i read this today a our rememberance service Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
donald Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 In the summer we went to the Somme for the first time, to initially find my grandfathers brothers memorial etc we ended up visiting four relatives, so young, one died of injuries 4 days before the WW1 ended. It was quite revealing to learn about their short lives, all from the same mining village. So tragic and it shocked me as to how upset I was, I thought I was quite tough, a very moving and sad period in history, so many young people. Cemetaries in farm fields. I am glad the schools and our young folk still visit these sites and they are not forgotten.But glad you shared the poem. This year we put the little wood poppy cross with the names on at the local memorial with all the others being remembered. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
