REMEMBRANCE DAY

 

Raindrops pelt a poppy umbrella

Held high over my head.

They drum in time with the bugler’s call

To remember the dead.

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As the bugler’s trumpet sounds to close

We are grateful for choices.

We promise with our teary eyes, and

Bold determined voices,

 

Grass upon which we stand carpeted

With neon decay, wet,

Mutes the tributes of fallen men, but

We remember them yet.

As the bugler’s trumpet sounds to close

We are grateful for choices.

We promise with our teary eyes, and

Bold determined voices,

 

 

We will remember them.

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