REMEMBRANCE DAY Raindrops pelt a poppy umbrellaHeld high over my head.They drum in time with the bugler’s callTo remember the dead. As the bugler’s trumpet sounds to closeWe are grateful for choices.We promise with our teary eyes, andBold determined voices, Grass upon which we stand carpetedWith neon decay, wet,Mutes the tributes of fallen men, butWe remember them yet. As the bugler’s trumpet sounds to closeWe are grateful for choices.We promise with our teary eyes, andBold determined voices, We will remember them.