A Poem by Fay Slimm





Let us remember
all imprisoned birds, in order to sing
must first visualize
winging to learn freedom's reception 
from refused peace so
into war's din young marchers strode
whistling then sang
as loaded missiles whined over-head.

Without prior warning a boy started
quietly, others
joined in and soon a tunelessly loud
number brave lads
bellowed refrains into shell's flak-fire
at going down
behind black hills in yellow dust ring
the day's dying
sun, soiled by guns' aftermath gloom.


Their singing lifted to smoky horizons
with young undaunted
courage and when nearing gun-blast
those bawled explosions
yelled dare and challenge to bedlam's
fire-drenched trenches
as defiance met Godless battle intent.

Youth's face told when death screams 
wept for help finer
resistance by fighting tears with wails
of loud vocalizing,
lads' fearless chorus of bawdy ballads
went on to defy
battleground rattles until breath failed
and young songbirds
when in last thoughts of home-land at
some closing moment
let fight cease with throe's final breath.


Freedom's fight over
for immature fallen meant willing effort
by out-singing was done.
Red as fresh poppies was lifeblood then
and in all war-usage to come. 

Let us remember..... and never forget.

© 2020 Fay Slimm

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Added on November 11, 2020
Last Updated on November 11, 2020


Fay Slimm
Fay Slimm

Camborne, Cornwall, United Kingdom

Hi from Fay Slimm, I have been writing poetry since childhood and have always enjoyed writing nature poems along with romantic odes to the glorious place where I live alongside the sea in Cornwall U.. more..

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