Never Forgotten

(some work recovered from a former poetry website)

A field so far from English shores

where poppies thrive for all to see.

In quiet moments touched by sun,

a call is heard "Remember me".

"Remember me is all I ask.

My task complete my days are done,

my sacrifice to keep you free"

From tyranny no wars are won

for death destroys brings agony

and sorrow eats at human hearts.

When eyes are blind, when minds are set

and tolerance a word that's lost ,

just stand, reflect and think again.

The ones you love will bear the cost.

Author's Note

written in 2012

Reviews

[Dave]

"Take up our quarrel with the foe. To you from failing hands we throw the torch be it yours to hold on high for ye break faith with those who die we shall not rest though poppies grow in Flanders' Fields."

Thank you for having me remember, I've always loved this poem.
Take care Chris - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased to be able to remind you of that much loved poem. Thank you so much Dave for your visit. All the best.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

remember the sacrifice, remember the lost...we are here and safe because of them...lest we forget.

Love this one, Chris, and in third line I read it as "quiet"---?

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jacob, and for the typo. Will amend. Pleased you like this one.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

and still so very relevant

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right Dave. Still so very relevant the sacrifices they made for us. Thank you.
read moreYou are so right Dave. Still so very relevant the sacrifices they made for us. Thank you.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a November offering of remembrance written with a sombre voice, reflecting the sad truth of war and its cost to individuals and humanity.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for checking this old remembrance poem out John. Makes me reflect on what the true meaning of sacrifice is.

Chris