Those we love don’t go away
They walk beside us every day
Unseen, unheard, but always near
Still loved, still missed and very dear
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""I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father and his father and all our fathers, and in front to see my son and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond. And their eyes were my eyes. As I felt so they had felt, and were to feel, as then, so now, as tomorrow and forever. Then I was not afraid for I was in a long line that had no beginning and no end. And the hand of his father grasped my father's hand and his hand was in mine, and my unborn son took my right hand and all, up and down the line that stretched from Time That Was to Time That is Not Yet, raised their hands to show the link. And we found that we were one......" - Richard Llewellyn.
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Today I leave my home shore,
I march to battle in a great war.
I'm filled with pride and with fear,
I go knowing my end may be near.
Through the mud and through the pain,
I march and fight again and again.
I watch as my friends fall at my side,
For what reason did these men die?
All the suffering and all the pain,
Will just happen all over again.
The world will forget those of us who fell,
Fighting that war and living that hell.
The light fades now as I take my last breath,
No one today will know of my death.
11/11 the date that was set,
For those who died 'Lest we forget.'
By Daniel Jones
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ONE THOUSAND MEN ARE WALKING
One thousand men are walking
Walking side by side
Singing songs from home
The spirit as their guide
They walk toward the light milord,
they walk towards the sun
they smoke and laugh and smile together
no foes to outrun.
These men live on forever
in the hearts of those they saved
a nation truly grateful
for the path of peace they paved.
They march as friends and comrades
but they do not march for war
step closer to salvation
a tranquil steady corps
the meadows lit with golden beams
a beacon for the brave
the emerald grass untrampled
a reward for what they gave.
They dream of those they left behind
and know they dream of them
forever in those poppy fields
there walks one thousand men
Joshua Dyer 2019 (aged 14)
Lest we forget
This has to be shared. An incredible poem from 14 year old Joshua Dyer
Art work by Dan Woollard, https://www.facebook.com/Danwoollardvisionaryartist