Edward James Timothy Moore 1912-1944
Back on the graveyard shift,
Oxford's finest,
Trying to find a good place to spend,
Half an hour, maybe the whole night.
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Another three heroes fallen. Fighting a forgotten war. Another three families torn apart. Their inconsolable grief hard to ignore. Another three bodies to fly home. Draped in three Union Jacks.
Remembered
improvisation Challenge set by @eddie12309
Using words: Grass, Egg, Emotion, Poppy, Smell and Hands.
A Poem I Recently Heard
I have decided to post this poem to raise awareness of the soldiers away fighting to keep our countries free.