As I stand here in the sunlight
I feel so very alone
I stare at the wreaths of poppies
Propped up against the stone
The stone that bears many local names
Two hundred and fifteen in all
Men and women who lost their lives
Because they’d got that call
To stand up and fight for their country
In places far away
Places they’d never heard of before
But had to go and stay
I cannot imagine how they dealt
Seeing war around them each day
Shooting at the enemy
And trying to keep death at bay
Some came home at the end of the war
But sadly many did not
And here at the cenotaph today
People are crying a lot
Remembrance Day , a time to dwell
On memories of the past
But also to remember our heroes
And those thoughts should always last.
By Carole Payne
