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.
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.
