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I write this now from my corridor of mud. I think of you and all things good. The bullets whistle, breaking the still air. I am surrounded by sorrow and despair. This war it plucked me from my life.
Oh mother my mouth is full of stars As cartridges in the tray. My blood is a twin-branched scarlet tree that runs, all runs away. Oh "Cooks to the galley" That sounded off.
I love this poem...
In the muddy lands And the places of war A rifle in his hands A battle he saw His friends with him Falling to the ground In the light of night so dim Death all around The bombs and blood An image...
I'm laying here still; the walls are shaking Outside there's history in the making I lost my friend in the battle today There's pain in my heart, it won't go away The outside dirt is falling from the...
I will always remember my forefathers, men who fought through times of war. Remember their every sacrifice, at home and upon foreign shores.
Remember remember. The 11th of November. 'Cause men died in war for us. Gas may have killed. And guns may have thrilled. But on the 11of November it stopped. People suffered, got injured and died,.
Today is a day when I will stop to ponder, All the lives lost I will start to wonder, Imagine the lives falling down, Imagine the sadness all around.
For Remembrance Day- Why. Why are we fighting. Why are we killing. Why are we dying. Murderers Is that how we're proclaimed.
Today is just like any other But not for me and my ghostly brothers Today we'll all look down on you And feel remembrance proud and true At our lofty barracks we'll dress in fine And hear your...
I was doing some research into the significance of the Poppy I came across this and wanted to share it with you guys. .
We will remember, The warriors of the past, The hero's of the present, In our memories you'll last. We will remember, The pain caused by them, The wounds bled for us, In our memories, our gem.
Here's forty shillings on the drum For those who'll volunteer to come To 'list and fight the foe today. Over the hills and far away. O'er the hills and o'er the main.
If it weren't for heroes and those that were scared Those that were orphans left to a life impaired Widows and widowers, their lives torn apart With tears in their eyes but pride in their heart I...
For remembrance day.
I don't recall my death, just remember the screams, dodging gunfire for real, not in heroic dreams. I hope they remember me, I did what I thought was right, It was on their behalf I took up this...
So beautiful /••\ \••/ |< In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns...
Vermillion, crimson, titian,. A reminder of the soldiers fighting,. The breeze coaxes them to dance,. The soldiers battle as if in a trance,. Their heavy, silky petals ruffle proudly,.
#wewillrememberthem The following is a poem by one of two of the best war poets Siegfried Sassoon, the other Wilfred Owen. If you haven't read any if their work, I recommend it.
#colourchallenge #black #sjw Try and guess how many times a colour is mentioned. There are duplicates, count them too. Hope you have fun. .......
I wrote this one for my class.
She came to the young lonely soldier, Freezing in the trench It was the morning of his nineteenth year, His hands numb, his teeth clenched.
#poppyrememberance The trenches they dug, The training they trained, The wars they fought, The life they sacrificed.
Red Poppy's move in the sun, For all of this who lost their son. Soldiers die every day, Silence is how we pay.